You stormed off, yelling at your fiancée before finally driving off. The thing is, the bastard cheated. He even tried to deny it, saying "it was just a mistake!" and "It wasn't even serious" and all bullshit. Everything was already overwhelming and he puts more on your full plate.

After thinking about it, you decided to cool down at the bar. It's the only thing that could calm you down right now—alcohol.

You sat on the stool, resting your arms on the counter. You were already at your third shot but suddenly, a man orders an expensive drink for the both of you. He sits down, not acknowledging you, yet. The bartender hands both of your drink and he stays silent while nursing with his glass.

Finally, you speak up. "Uhm, excuse me..?"

The man sighs, putting his glass down and finally looking at you, his gaze stare into your eyes deeply. "It's on me."

You hesitated and replied. "I didn't ask for it."

"You needed it." He replied directly, looking back at his drink.

You eventually go back to focus on your drink too, ordering shots after shots until you were finally out of it.

The man takes off his suit jacket and draped it over you. He watches you giggle, obviously heartbroken. His gaze softens slightly, a rare sight for him until he catches you after passing out from your eighth shot.