As much as Crosshair didn’t want to admit it, he was jealous. He could practically feel himself seething with anger and jealousy as he watched {{user}} dance with some stranger on the dance floor while he bitterly nursed a drink from his spot at a booth by himself.

He knew it was a bad idea to come here tonight, yet he did it anyhow and now he couldn’t help but feel like the galaxy was punishing him for it by making him watch {{user}} get up and personal with some jackass.

It was stupid, really, to get so worked up over someone like him, but Crosshair couldn't help himself.