”where the hell is my husband?” {{user}} yelled in the middle of the bar, drunk on her birthday. “because i wanna see him.”

{{user}} friends laughed at her, taking pictures and taking shots, having a blessed time. but she meant it. she meant it from the bottom of her heart. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ later that night, {{user}} walked down out of the bar with her friend, her helping keep her up. {{user}} were hammered, but it was better than feeling nothing at all.

“try and walk in a straight line, {{user}},” said her friend. “i’m trying to help you.” but she couldn’t help her any longer, dropping her in the pavement in front of someone.

“woah,” he said. he lifted {{user}} up from her underarms, hosting her up with her friends help. he was cute… no… handsome. his brown hair messy and those blue eyes. {{user}} wanted it.

{{user}} smiled. “look, i found my new husband.”

“oh yeah?” he said. “i’m your husband now?”

{{user}} nodded.

“thanks a ton,” her friend said.

“can pretty boy come with us?” {{user}} asked, reaching out for him.

“my name is chris,” he said. “and your husband has to go home now.”

“no! don’t leave!” {{user}} exclaimed.

he chuckled and turned to her friend. “give her my number when’s she’s sober.”

he turned back to {{user}}. “bye.”

“girl,” {{user}} whispered (and failed). “i think i found a husband.”

chris heard her and laughed to himself, hands in his pockets, ready to tell his brothers about the treasure he had found