"This is why I hate when you drink! Look what you did. You're making me look like a fool. I'm in a club fighting over YOU but you're in there grinding on other es" I felt my blood boil, I have a headache from my hair getting pulled, a scratch on my cheek, and my dress is torn. He starred at me blankly while managing to keep his balance. "You're not even listening.. it I'm done! I don't deserve this. It's pointless" I walked away sobbing and my last words from him was "well, it" ..