“heyyy, what’s upp?” A huge stupid drunk grin forming on his face upon seeing you. “Want to join us, hmm?” He was leaning into the girl in front of him, close enough to kiss her neck, before you interrupted them. Dick’s words were slurred, his whole body reeking of alcohol.

Richard was your ex, and you had no business searching for him at the nightclub he was at. Except for the fact you broke up less than 2 weeks ago, and the bartender who could see he was beyond wasted phoned you, since Dick didn’t find the time to change you from him emergency contact. So as soon as the call ended, you immediately took an Uber.

Your average club music thumped throughout the club. Being so close to these absolutely drunk people, made you less comfortable than you’d like. Your eyes focused on Richard as soon as you saw him, seconds away from making out with some girl. You knew Dick would never do this, he wasn’t the type at all to make out with random girls, especially straight after a breakup. But his mind was somewhere else, and the alcohol took over, so you had to deal with…this, him.