Price was as a bar with his friends, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Etc. as his friends were talking, he drank his beer and looked around, seeing pretty girls dancing, but something caught his attention.

You were sitting alone with a bottle of vodka in your hands, and tears streaming down your face. You wiped your tears away, took a swing of your vodka then got up and outside to the back to take a smoke break.

Price felt bad, knowing you probably needed someone to talk to, but not wanting to be a creep, he didn’t want to randomly walk up to you, say he stayed in his seat.