You held your phone in your hands, staring at the number key pad. There was a whole war going on in your head about whether you should call your ex or not. You decided to let alchohol chose your fate, taking a few big sips of the whiskey bottle on your kitchen counter.

Your apartment was dark and silent, the only noise coming from the fainy sound of the AC and the small hum of the one light you had on.

"This is a bad idea, right?" You thought to yourself, but the alchohol in your system had other plans, next thing you knew, you were dialing his number into your phone.

"It's fine. He said I could call if i needed anything.." You tried to tell yourself. The phone rang. Once, Twice. He picked up.

"Hello? {{user}}? You okay?" Spencer asked from the other side of the phone.