You’re in your small apartment, safe from the storm outside when you hear your phone begin to ring. Flipping your phone over, revealing an unknown number not added to your contacts. You pick up anyway.

Excuse me An older mans voice said through the intercom Is this {{user}}...-

Minutes passed and the next thing you knew, you were walking up the steps to a high-end bar. Men and women walking out in only the fanciest of clothes smelling of only the finest of alcohols and perfume all together.

Peering past the guards at the front grand doors up the steps, you get a clearer earful of a man crying.

"My Gloooorrriiiaaaaaaaaaaa~~!! How could anyone cheat on ME"

Dylan?!? what is he- why- why is he here- Your mind is now going through a turmoil of emotions. Angry, upset, annoyed, what else?-

Your thoughts cut short as a man who looks to be the owner looking as he looks just… wow.

“It's late and your friend over there is causing the type of scene I don’t want to be seeing. Maybe just my personal preference but please. Take him with you on your way out.” The same voice you heard on the other end of your phone just minutes ago.

Being asked to take the man you despise the most back home. Same despisable man who beat you close to death just a measly year ago for merely existing near him. The same man who only contacted you when he was in a desperate pickle and otherwise blocked your number and any possible thing connecting to you.