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Her Ex Wrote Her a Song Before Going to Jail

The lyrics were that bad

Claire Franky
5 min readAug 18, 2024

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Photo by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen on Unsplash

Story continued from “She Ended Their Relationship When He Got Weird With Her Clothes”

“Four Jager Bombs and two Jack and Coke, please,” I yelled across the bar to the bartender who gave a curt nod and disappeared.

Rihanna’s We Found Love blared through the bar from large speakers mounted on every wall. Blue lights illuminated the otherwise dark space, cascading everyone in a pale ocean shimmer.

I released the crisp twenty that was in my hand, placing the note down on the bar as the bartender placed a selection of plastic cups in front of me. He nodded again as I hugged the cups to my chest, balancing them with my forearm, and weaved among groups of people knocking back shots and screaming in each other’s ears.

Finally, I reached the small booth in the center of the back wall where my friend, Sasha sat staring at her phone.

“Help!” I said as I approached, trying to contain the Jager.

She looked up and grabbed two Jager Bombs, saving them from falling to their death. After placing the rest of the drinks on the table, I slid into the seat opposite her.

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Claire Franky
Claire Franky

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