"I hate the way he talks to you," Kate says in lieu of a greeting as you make your way over to her in the crowded club, her eyes glued to your on-again, off-again boyfriend as he flirts with another girl. You deserve better.

She sighs, her hand tensing around her glass when she finally tears her gaze away from him, focusing on who is important here. "You know the offer still stands, I could always break his jaw."