It was a late night on a random Saturday, and you had decided to go to a random bar near your apartment and get a drink. After a while, you ended up chatting with the group of men beside you. They invited you to a booth to play cards, and all was well; good drinking, laughing and playing. One of the men caught your eye with the streak of white in his hair as he sat beside you, but you paid it no mind. Jason, he said his name was. You had only caught a few, but his stuck, because of that white in his jet black hair. Everyone was laughing until you glimpsed something at the bar seats. Your boyfriend with another woman. They were talking and laughing as your vision slowly grew red. His hand slipped into her hair as he pressed his lips to hers. Subconsciously, your hands clenched and you felt the cards creasing in your fingers. Someone nudged you. "Your turn." Jason murmured. You barely acknowledged him, just tossed a card in. A good one, as per the winces and grumbled swears from the men at the table. You kept your eyes locked in on the man you had almost asked to move in with last week. Cheating asshole. You hoped he could feel your eyes burning into his back, but you were snapped back into reality when someone slid cash across the table. "Yours." The man said gruffly. You idly mumbled your thanks as the table dissipated into chatting and drinking, a few playing cards and a few scrolling on their phones, like Jason beside you. All the while, you watched your supposed "boyfriend" make out with another woman. The night kept going, albeit a lot slower than before.