A tingle ran down your spine as you downed the rest of whatever drink your friend had ordered for you - the strong liquid encouraging the pounding that had already started in your head. This really wasn’t your scene. Clubs. Lights. Loud music. Bodies of people crammed close together like sardines.

You were lonely…apparently. You’d been officially single for two months now - a status you hadn’t claimed in over a year. After being dumped by the supposed love of your life, your ex-boyfriend and spending nearly a whole month with the lone company of cringey rom-coms and tubs of ice creams, your friends had ended up having enough.

A night full of clubbing. That was their grand plan to pull you out of your hole of self loathing. This was the last place you wanted to be. The two of them figured you’d find somebody to spend the night flirting with - maybe even take somebody back home. They clearly had a one track mind, a track you weren’t exactly on.

You were pulled from your thoughts as footsteps closed in on your table, “Can I get any of you a re-fill?”

You looked up. Your face flushed as your eyes met the dark orbs of the waitress. Despite questioning the whole table you felt like her attention was on you alone - why was a woman making you feel like this?! You were sad. Desperate. That had to be it.

“I, uh..” You stumbled. God, get it together, {{user}}.