Painful Love
"I thought you wouldn't come."
I fill the cup with colorless vodka, then turn to her. She's wearing a sexy red collarless dress, also applied light makeup on her face, shaking slightly.
"Wait, are you drunk?" I shout over the music.
"A little. You need to be, too!" She replies, then scowls angrily. "What kind of dick is playing 'Don't let me down'? I should smash the sound box, it's annoying!"
I take a long sip of vodka, drinking slowly. "I kind of need to hear a song like "Beat it" by Michael Jackson."