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It was night, about 8:30 pm, and Scar was at a college party. His whole friend group from college was there. Scar did not want to go at all because of Grian. They had recently broke up, worst thing was they were roommates. So Scar hung out at Cub’s place for the last month, hiding in his hermit shell. But unfortunately, Cleo and Bdubs convinced (forced) him to go and get out, so here he was, at a college party. He went with Cub and clung to him. He really did not want to see Grian.
”Hey Scar!” Skizz called out to Scar. “Why hello there Skizzy Wizzy! What can I do for you?” Scar asked while giving him a fist bump. “I’d like to interest you in a drink,” Skizz said, handing Scar the drink he had in his hands. “How could I say no to such a kind offer!” He laughed and took the drink. “Thanks Skizz,” He said while about to take a sip of his drink. “You’re welcome Scar!” Skizz replied while bounding away.
Scar asked for another drink, his 4th. Or was it his 5th? He couldn’t remember, as his vision and mind were hazy. What he didn’t see while his vision was hazy was Grian, who sat himself right next to Scar. Scar didn’t even notice Grian until he asked the bartender for a drink. He didn’t even now how he found him, as he was in a quiet place at the back of the bar. He didn’t even know how he had left Cub. Oh wait, Cub went to talk to Jevin, leaving Scar alone. “Scar,” Grian said after a moment, stretching the vowel out. Grian looked like he had about 6 drinks. “What do you want, Grian?” Scar asked crossly as he looked away. “Stop avoiding me!” Grian demanded. Scar rolled his eyes. Had he forgot that they broke up?
”Just— just go would you? I don’t have the mind to deal with you right now,” He hissed while putting his head on the counter. Grian put his head on Scar’s shoulder. “But I want you,” Grian said in a small, tiny voice, almost desperate. Scar wanted to say I want you too, but realized that Grian was drunk. “Grian you’re drunk,” Scar spat. “So?” Grian nonchalantly asked. “You’ll regret it tomorrow!” Scar exclaimed. “Please?” Grian whined. “I don’t care about tomorrow, all I want is you, Scar,” He pleaded.
“Fine.”