I saw you dancing on that speaker box,

Girl, what's your name?

Jerome Clarke entered his usual Saturday night hang out spot, The Roxy.

His normal type of night was getting wasted, trying to drown the dangerous subject of his past with the alcohol, and maybe, if he was lucky; hooking up with a random girl.

But the girl was never dark brunette; because of Mara Jaffery.

He still remembers the day they broke up.

"Mara," He called well knocking on the door to her dorm. "You told me to meet you here."
The door opened slowly to reveal a crying Mara.

"Are you okay?" He said caressing her cheek and starting to make his way into the room.

"I think it's better if we do this right here." Mara said quietly but sternly. They stood in the doorway for what felt like minutes when Mara managed to choke out, "I don't think we're working."
Jerome shook his head in the door way.

"Mara-"

Mara shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I don't feel anything anymore."

"I'm sorry for doing this." She said as she started to tear up while Jerome stood shocked in the doorway. "I'm so sorry."

Then the door shut in his face. He put a hand through his blonde hair and just took it all in.

Mara had just broken it off with him. She didn't even let him say anything about it. Jara was now over.

He walked through the club; making his way to the circular bar in the middle of it.

"The usual, Clarke?" The brunette buzz cut, green-eyed bartender, Dave, asked from the other side.

Jerome nodded before plopping down on the stool.

Dave slid a shot of tequila to him and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Fine," Jerome answered plainly. "How's your family?"

'They're great." He said back. "How's yours?

"Perfect." Jerome smiled.

"So," the bartender started. "There's-"

"Dave!" A muscular man yelled. "I have had complaints."

Jerome shook his head laughing. It was a code that meant Dave was getting his paycheck.

The only reason the two men got along was because they were both loners.

When high school ended, he and Alfie had a fight, and a bad one. They still haven't spoken since the incident four years before.

And, even though Jerome wouldn't admit it, he missed his best friend. Yes, Jerome still considered Alfie his best friend even though they haven't talked in four years.

Dave walked over with a smug smile on his face.

"Back to what I was saying," He said as he grabbed another shot for Jerome. "There are some newbie's here; mostly girls."

He pointed to a couple of girls by the dance floor. There were a couple of them dancing on the dance floor, some were standing with a beer in their hands, and a couple of them were dancing on speakers.

"Hmmm." Jerome smiled. "I see."

He looked to the corner of the room and a red-head caught his eye. She reminded him of Patricia, and of course, Piper.

She looked over and waved lightly.

"Go get her, Mate." Dave said as he gave Jerome another shot.

Jerome took it swiftly and then walked over to the red head.

He talked up the red-head, named Sandra, for about a half hour before her phone buzzed.

"Oh," She said smiling. "It's my boyfriend. I better take this."

He nodded while forcing a smile. "No problem."

"Hey Babe," She answered. "How's the military doing you?"

How did i not realize she had a girlfriend? he asked himself.

Jerome started to walk to the bar when he heard a yell.

He swiftly turned around to see a girl about to fall off the speaker.

He pushed some people out of the way and grabbed the girl around the waist; helping her regains her balance.

"Thanks." slurred a familiar voice.

He started to look up from the shoes and saw they were pink stilettos. Then he made it up to her torso and saw she was wearing a pink dress that stopped at the thigh. Then he looked higher and saw the familiar blue eyes and blonde hair he thought he wouldn't see again until the ten-year-reunion.

Amber Millington. Wasted. But still Amber Millington.

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