The music is loud, almost too loud for your liking.

But, the only way to get over this god awful break up is to drink until your numb, or at least until you’re not sad about your ex cheating on you.

With your best friend, may you add.

The bars relatively empty, save for a few people here and there. In the corner is a small group, though they look intimidating.

The alcohol stings as it passes your lips, your eyebrows furrowing as an auburn-brown headed girl passes you, her hair almost matching the color of her jacket. She asks for another drink.

A blonde headed man steps behind her, towering over her as he seems to flirt with the bartender, then brushes it off as nothing.