Valentine's Day Sucks
"Come and dance!"
Cole shook his head adamantly as he was
almost dragged off his stool. No, he
wasn't going to dance. Right now, he was
happy propping up the bar and drowning his Valentine blues in numerous vodka
shots and the occasional beer.
"Please. Please.
Please."
Oh, for the love of… Cole lowered his glass
and swung around to face the irritating, loved-up blob of joy he called his
friend. "Quince," he grabbed
his friend by the shoulders.
"No," he said firmly.
"Aww, come on," Quince whined,
raising his voice above the music.
"You promised!"