Tonight was not my night, it seemed. I had gone out, just for a few drinks to wash away the frustration and anger I’d had after dumping my long term boyfriend. I wasn’t even sad about the breakup, I was angry more than anything since the prick had cheated. And sitting on a cushioned bar stool, sipping on a glass of straight tequila, that was how I chose to decompress.
However, of course with my luck, the bastard found me in the bar, stumbling over in a drunken stooper. I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore his pleas to talk with me, to give him a chance. But then he started grabbing me and I began to yell. Instead of the bartender doing something, he simply shouted at us to take it outside or we’d be banned. The last thing I wanted was to make a scene, so I went out and decided to try and get him off my ass.
But the moment we were outside, he tried to put his hands on me again and I was trying to get him off, shouting and pushing at him as he got frustrated.
You were just walking down the street, towards the bar. For what reason, I didn’t know. But as the bar came into view, so did we.
“Aaron, get off me!”
“Just come home and let me explain—“
“I don’t want to hear a fucking word from your dirty cheating mouth, leave me alone!”
You…
