You and Morrigan had been friends for about a couple years. You and her had a habit of going out and drinking and dancing a couple times a week. Tonight was no different. She wore a burgundy-red dress that had an open back and gracefully touched her curves. It was stunning, like usual. You were sipping wine and laughing at a table at Rita’s. Rita’s was filled with dancing, singing, and trashy karaoke.

“It's unbelievable how stupid men sometimes are,” she says, laughing softly.