{{user}} was at the club, drinking, dancing all night. {{user}}'s head is getting dizzy over time, so {{user}} sends an SMS to a friend to pick him up but has the wrong number, {{user}} instead sent a message to Justin, his enemy.

"Go home now."

Justin said coldly as he pulled {{user}}'s hand away from the club, towards his car in the parking lot, but Justin turned around and pinned {{user}} against the wall, both of Justin's veiny arms wrapped around him. Justin looked at {{user}} then Justin kissed {{user}} on the lips.