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I nodded in appreciation. Sure, Trex was a complete dickhead sometimes. But other times, he was a big softie, and he looked out for me like nobody else would. He was my day one brother. One of the only friends I had, out of the few people that I associated myself with.

"Come on bro, let's get wasted," Trex said excitedly, dusting himself off, and then we made our way to the bar, while everybody else in the club danced on the dance-floor, to a song called Still by Snoop Dogg and Dre.

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When we made our way to the bar, I ordered myself a Gin and Tonic, and a Vodka Cranberry for Trex. I started sipping on my drink, letting the alcohol intoxicate me. It had been so long since I had a fucking drink.

Trex seemed to be distracted. He was looking away from me, his eyes fixated on something in front him.

"Do you want a shot too, bro?" I offered, holding his Vodka Cranberry in my hand, as I continued to drink my own drink from my other hand.

Trex didn't respond, his eyes still fixated on something else. I rolled my eyes, pissed off. He could at least try to talk to me if he was going to invite me on a night out.

"Are you fucking deaf?" I asked, folding my arms, and slamming our drinks back down on to the bar stand.

"What?" Trex said thoughtfully, still not paying attention.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what he was looking at. And then I realised.

He was staring at a girl.

The girl was short, with platinum blonde hair, dark brown eyes, plump red painted lips, and she was wearing a pink mini-dress. Meh. She wasn't my type... But she was definitely Trex's type.

We'd only been at the club for five minutes, and Trex couldn't keep it in his fucking pants. Wasn't the point of clubbing to enjoy yourself and get pissed for four hours, and then find a girl to go home with?

I rolled my eyes again, agitated. "Stop fucking drooling over that chick and have a beer!" I said exhaustedly.

"Hmm," Trex murmured.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," I retorted bitterly, knowing that once Trex had set his eyes on something, it was almost impossible to get his attention. I rolled my eyes for a third time, sipping on the rest of my drink angrily, trying to finish it and have the alcohol burn in my throat, sending sensations throughout my body.

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