"i don't understand why you hate me." you slur.

your enemy just sighs on the other side of the phone.

"i'm pretty like- likeable. y-you would like me if you just tried."

"{{user}}," he finally says, "are you drunk?"

you giggle, "i only had one... or five drinks."

"jesus." he whispers.

you walk out of the club to hear him better, and you sit on the curb.

"i like you, doah. like a lot, a lot a lot." you smile to your drunken self.

"where are you?" he asks.

"you know-" you begin.

"{{user}}, where the hell are you?"

you sigh, "someone's bossy. sh"t*ss nightclub. i have to go, i'm gonna go dance."

he pauses, "no, don't hang up"