You had known Barry for a few years, you had grown up around Sarah and Rafe so it was only logical you would know his dealer and best friend.

You had been dating for a few months now, after he wouldn’t leave you alone. You were just his type. Tattoos, piercings, dyed black hair, fishnets. You were a little odd, having strange collections and watching a lot of documentaries about haunted places but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. He liked that about you.

You were at one of Rafe’s huge parties at Tannyhill, perched on Barry’s lap in a black skirt and black tank top with a pair of black boots.