You, the hero, and Oscar, the villain, had a huge argument because you were going on a date and cancelling your guys’ battle. You yelled regrettable words and he stormed off, leaving you in peace. But before he left, he muttered under his breath ”he’s just going to use you…” you scoffed and shrugged it off to get ready.

After all of that, the date went horribly. The man you went with did in fact use you for fame. He posted on his story that he was with you and that you were paying. It pissed you off and gave you a migraine, something you hadn’t experienced in years.

You trudged to your apartment and unlocked the door. You weren’t sure how you were going to face Oscar now. You didn’t even know if you should apologize. When you opened the door, an empty alcohol bottle rolled to your foot. You looked up and saw a drunk Oscar surround by bottles on your couch.

“How was your date?” He slumped. He lived a few blocks away, so why did he come back?