(Melinda's POV)
I watched as Mikey downed drink after drink, worry filling me. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to seem overbearing, but I'm scared he's going to get too drunk, and then something bad is going to happen. "Baby..." He came up behind me, grinding against my butt, his hot breath on my neck. I could smell the alcohol, and it made me want to gag. "Baby..." I tried turning towards him, but his arms alung around my waist, pulling me close, and restraining me from movement. He left sloppy kisses along my neck, his hand rubbing circles on my hip. "Mikey... Seriously... I think you've had enough..." My hand hit his, preventing him from taking down another shot, but causing the glass to shatter on the ground. "What the fuck?" His words slurred, making me feel angry. "Mikey, let's go home." I took his hand in mine, but he yanked it away. "We just got here. You should try and loosen up a bit..." He threw a beer my way, causing it to splash all over me. That was the last straw. "Mikey Fusco, I hate you!" I ran out of the club, tears streaming down my face. I knew it was too good to be true. Once a douchebag, always a douchebag...
(Gabrielle's POV)
I looked up from my phone just in time to see Mikey walking towards some slut, reaching for her waist. I didn't understand, until I saw Melinda running out of the club. I groaned, and pointed it out to Vinny, who sighed. "You go get Drea and Kris and try and find Melinda, and us boys will smack some sense into Mikey, okay?" He said. "Okay, I love you baby." I pecked his lips, and ran to the other girls. "We need to go find Melinda." They nodded, and we walked out into the warm, summer air. It was hard to pick out Melinda in the crowd walking on the boardwalk, but we finally found her sitting alone on a bench, crying, the whole front of her dress drenched. We ran to her, and sighed. This should be good...
