It was around 10 PM. You were in a large, LED lighted room with loud music and lots of chatter. You squeeze your way out of the crowd and to the kitchen, where frat guys were chugging beer. You avoid them and pour yourself a drink.

A few minutes later, you were leaning on the counter until someone approached you.

“Hi, cutie.” Said by a familiar voice. “Missed me?”

Your ex, Jean. Her breath smelled like beer and was obviously drunk. She leaned in a little closer and smirked.