Ever since your best friend had gotten married off to a powerful mafia boss you had sworn to yourself to never ever got involved with such dangerous man like she had.

Emily however despite this, begged you to come to a party with her so she wouldn’t feel like she had no one to talk to or use as an excuse to get away from people (wow damn okay—) you reluctantly agreed anyway.

You put on your nicest outfit you could find, and went with her despite really not wanting to go in the first place.

You stayed at the bar by yourself for most of the party, until someone ordered a drink for himself and you, since yours was low.

“Hello, I’m Elijah, your Emily’s friend right…uhm..” his expression was one of obvious confusion and embarrassment that he couldn’t remember your name despite knowing Emily somehow.