SJIN (PAUL)'S P.O.V.
I finish editing and walk out of my office. As soon as I do I see Duncan and Sips (Chris).
"Hey, we're going to the bar, you wanna come?" Chris asks me.
"Sure. Let me grab my coat." I tell them.
"Alright, and I'll start my car." Duncan says and Chris and I roll out eyes.
We know that Duncan's car is a piece of sh*t, but we don't care. It wouldnt be the same if he didn't have that pile of scrap metal.
I walk to get my coat and Chris follows me.
"Hey, maybe you can meet someone and." He pauses and looks left to right then continues "You know." He finishes as he nudges my arm. I roll my eyes and cross my arms.
"Chris. I don't need to 'You know'." I say, saying the last two words in my stupid voice.
He rolls his eyes and says "Come on lets go." And I follow him outside to Duncan's car.
We arrive at the bar and take a seat at our usual spot. A booth right next to the bar and bathroom. We order our drinks.
"Im going to go to the bathroom real quick. " I say.
"But we haven't even started drinking yet." Chris argues. I laugh and walk in the bathroom.
I walk out and Duncan and Chris aren't sitting where they were only a few minutes ago. I look around and still can't find them. I sit back down in my booth and see a note on the table.
"We found some babes that were really drunk. I mean I did. Chris said 'no' cuz, well you know, he has a wife and kid. So I took one home with me. And I took Chris to his place.
Hope you don't mind,
Duncan. "
I sigh. I look up and see the waiter with our drinks. I take mine and ask for another. I don't have a way to get home and I don't care. I was gonna get drunk and see what happens.
I've had about five beers and was about to go home when I saw her. She had nice brown, almost mahogany colored hair. Nice blue eyes. And was hot. I needed to talk to her.
I walk up to her. Trying not to stumble. I know I am drunk, but didn't want to show it.
I get to her and smile. She smiles back.
"Hey, I'm Paul." I say. I tried not to slurr but I know I did.
"Im------" she said. I didn't catch her name. But I don't care. I just want to take her home.
"How many drinks have you had." I ask
"About 3. I think I love you." By the way the talked I knew she was drunk too. I pick her up bridle style and she screams. I know that they are screams of joy.
I wake up in my bed. 'Where am I?' I ask myself. Then I remember what we did last night.
That girl was amazing. I knew what we did. But I don't know when or how we got home. I just remeber what we did.
I look over in the bed beside me and I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces.
Shes not there. I jump up and search the house.
Damn it. Shes gone. I walk back to my room and get ready for work.
