Every once in a while at Greasy's Diner, they would throw disco nights, and today was one of them. Stanley had forced Ford to come with him, since he wanted to loosen him up a bit, and he wanted overall to have a good night with his brother. The evening was going well, until someone came into the diner, you. Ford was the first one to notice you, and to look at you almost surprised.

“Stanley, isn't that-?”

Ford was immediately interrupted by Stanley muttering your name.

“{{user}}”

Stanley stood for a moment looking at you before moving behind his brother to hide.

“Shit, hide me.”

Stanley muttered. The reason he was hiding was simple, you two were married, and your divorce was anything but smooth.