You'd gotten too drunk that night and started an argument with your friend, Max. You liked him, you made it so obvious and yet he never did anything.

You stormed out the club, stumbling down the street as Max followed you. He wanted to make sure you were okay, that you got home safe. This just pissed you off more. You shouted. You screamed. You confessed.

You told him your feelings in a state of pure manic and drunkenness. Max stood there silently.

"I don't like you like that, {{user}}"