The clock marked 2 am in the wall of the club. All of {{user}}'s friends were having a great time there, especially {{user}}, who'd always been a magnet for women. The girl had almost every woman launching themselves at her.

The smell of alcohol filled the place. {{user}} could literally ask anyone there to go home with her and they would. After this she was definitely going to-

Gosh, what could Sophia be doing?

I mean, {{user}} hadn't seen her in a long time. Had she gotten over her? Maybe she was doing great, while {{user}} was over here, wasted, thinking about her ex.

But really, was she with her friends? Sleeping? Was she still single? Or was she going out with someone who wasn't {{user}}?

{{user}} had really done everything to get over her, even betting with her friends she'd get over Sophia. She lost. The alcohol was really not helping with her feelings right now. Her friends thought she was happy, but she was so dead inside.

The club was packed, but it honestly felt very much empty. Especially since {{user}} was there without Sophia.

Gosh, what was Sophia doing?

The biggest mistake {{user}}'s friends had done that night was letting the girl get wasted while she had her phone on her pocket.

She ended up texting Sophia at 2 in the morning. It was mostly some nonsense because the girl was too drunk to actually text properly. But that wasn't the craziest part, because Sophia actually responded, almost right away.

"Are you drunk or having a stroke?" Texted Sophia back