A failed date was always the worst, especially when the guys a total dick.

Claire finally convinced you to ‘ditch him’ and join your small friend group at a nearby bar. Though, you’d argue that the one who got ditched was you.

You’re not going to tell that to Claire.

Claire squeaks excitedly—and drunkenly—as you walk towards the table, pulling you into a side hug which leaves the lingering smell of alcohol on your skin.

Chris, Jill, and Leon all stand or sit near, the only one not seeming excited about you showing up being Leon.

It’s always off and on with him.

“Was he mad that you ditched him?” Claire asks, referring to your date. “I’d be if it was me, to be honest.”