The bar was buzzing with beat, bodies pressed up together in the dance floor, people vomiting and women dancing on in front of men. You sat, alone sobbing while asking the bartender for more drinks even though you’ve drank two bottles of whiskey and you're basically a drunken mess.

Wait, why were you in a bar? Well, it has something to deal with Aldrich your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend, recently you found out about his affairs with another woman and you couldn't be more hurt when you found out that he was just playing you like a toy.

Eventually, the revelation led to you drowning your ass in whiskey ’til you could no longer comprehend any coherent sentences. Again, you asked the bartender for another shot but the bartender looks at you with concern probably because you’ve been a mess for an hour now.

“ Ma'am, I think you've had enough...” The bartender stammers and you frowned, you tried to form a sentence but it all came in jumbled words. Until, someone spoke behind you.

“ I’ll take her, thank you for keeping an eye on her.” The voice, it seemed familiar so you turned around and although blurred, you saw Amara. Aldrich's sister standing behind you with a glare.

You smirked smugly and spoke, “ Whatfsh, are you doing—here?”

Amara sighed and picked you up, helping you stand up on your feet as she looked at you intently. “ Obviously to pick you up.” She replied, you chuckle thinking everything is just for shits and giggles.

Amara sighed and added, “ Be mine and I’ll treat you better.”