Your childhood best friend, Arthur Leclerc, had taken you out to a club after you felt sad. He knew you liked it. Arthur has always sort of hinted that he likes you, but he had never admitted it. He would only joke about it.

Tonight, would be a night you would never forget.

You got home from the club, holding Arthur's hand as you walked in the door. You were a little drunk, and dizzy.

Arthur and you got into a small argument about you being drunk. "You're so stupid" he muttered.