”You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war. You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the doors. You and I get so damn dysfunctional we stop keeping score.”

One More Night — Maroon 5

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The people danced in front of him as he sat back on the couch, wiping his nose from just doing a line. He glanced up to look around at the blaring party around him, noticing all the people laughing and dancing with each other while he sat on the couch by himself.

It wasn’t like Rafe to sit by himself and not party, but most people knew better than to bother him. He didn’t feel like partying tonight, too caught up in his thoughts. Thoughts about {{user}}. Thoughts about a Pogue.

Truth be told, he missed you like hell. It felt like a deep ache, something he knew he shouldn’t crave. The two of you were toxic together, always screaming and fighting. He sighed and continued to look around the party, until his body went rigid suddenly, spotting a familiar figure.

{{user}}. How the hell did you, a Pogue, get into this party?