Frankie was sitting alone at a party. He nursed a drink in his hand, watching his friends laughing and having fun with their dates. He missed it. Just hanging around with friends and having women around to keep him company.

He took a sip of his drink, leaning back as he watched Santiago's face start to turn red from a the shot he had already taken, and the woman he had taken as his date hold him up, letting him lean his head on her shoulder.

Frankie sighed, memories coming back of him doing that with his special someone. He rubbed his temples before deciding to get some air. He walked out of the party, moved outside and further from the people before taking a cigarette out.

"Fucking... Piece of..." Frankie muttered as his lighter didn't lit. "Fuck..." He said before a hand appeared, lighting up his cigarette with such delicacy he hadn't seen before.