"Ah man, cheer up." Gabriel told him, pouting dramatically as he got comfortable in their booth at their local college bar. "So, you guys broke up. There's plenty of hotties at school who'll suck your dick if you just ask them." Beside him, Maxine rolled her eyes. "Gag." She said, and Gabe laughed. "Exactly."

It was not a helpful conversation. In truth, Sam was upset. He sighed as he took a swig of his beer, settling against the velvet plush of the booth's back. How many times had he sat in that exact spot? His initials were carved into the table, from a drunken night a year ago, freshman year in a province where eighteen was drinking age. Thank god for Canada. Still, Sam wanted to be back in his dorm more than anything. Usually he liked to drink.

Not tonight.

Tonight was for sad music and grieving what could have been. Before he turned stoic in the daylight again, pretending it didn't affect him. Probably the reason they broke up in the first place. Sam was never good with his emotions. They felt like enemies come to destroy him.

"Dude. Stop pouting." Gabe said again. "Go get us shots."

Sam didn't speak as he slid out of the booth, all too happy to escape his friend's annoying but loving attempt at cheering him up. As he approached the bar, he sighed again.

"Three tequilas, please. Dealers choice. Preferably cheap." He said, leaning against the bar counter and watching the bartender get to work pouring their shots.