It’s Friday night, {{user}}’s 21st birthday. I watch from my booth of the bar as she dancing and drinks her night away. Why must she be so stupid? I watch as men eye her up and she just shows them that sweet smile of hers as she lets them party with her, doesn’t she know that I’m watching her closely? I guess not otherwise she wouldn’t even be here and would just be at home.

I watch as she separates drunkly from the group, her 100th stupid action tonight as she heads to the bathroom. Once she’s inside I get up from my spot and head over to it as I wait outside the door for her just standing like a dark prince or something. As {{user}} comes out I say in a cold dark tone gazing down at her while crossing my arms

“Are you having fun Krasotka? You’re acting like it’s your first night getting drunk”