HUMOR
Her Ex Wrote Her a Song Before Going to Jail
The lyrics were that bad
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.
