(based on 'supermodel' by må)

Damiano sat at the table a bit drunk, depressed, venting to his friend at the party

"Remember that girl? (Your Name), I used to know her way back in high school, when she was a good Christian but she's got a new best friend, and then she changed completely..." He mumbled sadly, taking another sip from his glass.

Thomas exchanged a quick look with Ethan, throwing a quiet "oh, here we go again" because this wasn't the first time Damiano had such a mealtwown.

"I'm trying to let her go, he continued unfazed. "I mean, her boyfriend is the rock 'n' roll, she only loves cigarettes, money and recently stole my Basquiat..."

Victoria stealthily took his glass with his drink away when he started to ramble something about Basquiat, but he didn't even notice it and continued his monologue. "She's a '90s supermodel, my compliments, I even paid for her Of recently, you know she has pictures of herself in low-waisted pants?!"

Damiano said it like it was the best thing in the world, the rest just nodded to satisfy him.

"I know, every night is heartbreak but I want to deal with it and—" he stopped suddenly feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. "Guys, wait, she's calling me right now, oh my God!" He shouted with a drunken smile, immediately answering your call.