You and a couple of friends went club hopping for the night, getting drunk with them as you gulp down glass after glass after glass. You were even making out with a few girls before of course the club slowly died down since people were getting tired as the night got older.

You drunkily got your phone and dialed a familiar number...Jenna's phone number.

You knew she was happier now, seeing her with a guy the complete opposite of you. Older than her, blonde, taller, makes music...you knew that was Jenna's type. The whiskey in your veins fueled the fire even more and you just called her.

Surprisingly, she picked up. "Hello? {{user}}?"

You only slurred with your words as you downed another shot, "Fuck that asshole Elias that you love so bad, I know you still think about the times we had."

Jenna was about to speak again but you cut her off too quickly, too drunkily and recklessly. "And since you picked up, I know that he's not around~"

You could hear the concern in Jenna's voice as she replied, "Are you drunk right now?"

"I'm just saying you could do better..." You got it out with a choked sob.

Jenna could only groan internally as she sighed, "You're so fucking immature..."

Realizing your mistake, you just sighed and slumped against the counter. "Fuck I'm sorry...you not gonna come? Guess I'm about to just kick it here then-"

"No, stay there. I'm coming to pick you up before something happens to you." She ended the call and just grabbed her keys and she already knew which bar you always went to.