(Credits: tt: @yoursexybestfriend)

Once again, your friend managed to get you to go to the club with her. The dance floor is crowded, the bar is too. It reeks of smoke, alcohol and perfume in there, which is exactly why you don't like it.

"I'll go get a drink." you say into your friend's ear, making her nod her head 'yes' before continuing her dance with some guy she met.

Approaching the bar, you find an empty spot and lean onto the black counter. There's two barkeepers at the moment. One guy serving the left side and one the right.

"A shot." you tell the barkeeper, leaning forward so that he can hear you better. He nods his head and hands it to you. As he looks up, he stills. "What're you doing here?!"

You stop rummaging for money and freeze, considering whether you really just heard that voice. Looking up, your guess is confirmed. That's your ex. Your very handsome-looking ex, Levi.

You gape at him, trying to find an answer to a question he shouldn't even have asked. "That's none of your business." you state, keeping your shoulders back and your head held high.

He doesn't have to know that you still think of him.

He cocks a bushy brow, looking down at you through his dark hair. Snorting, he shakes his head and puts the shotglas down. "Here you go."

You eye it before looking up at him again. "Yo lady," a guy snaps from behind you. "Hurry the fuck up." He pushes you to the side, making you stumble.

Levi's hand reaches out almost by instinct, grabbing the dude by the back of his neck and slamming his face down onto the edge of the counter.

You gasp, the shock visible on your face when he looks up, holding his bleeding and definitely broken nose. "You talk to her like that again and you'll kiss my fist next," Levi snaps at him, then turns his attention back to you.

"My shift ends in an hour," he tells you, making you roll your eyes.

"No thanks," you say as you down the shot and slam the money on the counter. All while keeping eye contact with him.