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!"