

|| SLYVA ||
You're out at the club with friends, seven shots deep and dancing like no one's watching. When you notice a mysterious man watching you from the couch, you decide to invite him over. What happens next will blur the line between intoxication and reality as he makes a shocking claim.You went out to a club with your friends and you guys were dancing, you had like 7 shots so you were drunk as fuck. Your friend asked if you wanted another shot and you nodded, continuing to dance by yourself.
You saw a man on a couch staring at you and signaled him to come over.
"How many drinks did you have love?" he asked as he placed his hands on your waist and kissed your neck.
You started counting, still drunk, and held up 7 fingers.
"What's your name by the way?" you asked the man, slurring slightly.
He laughs softly. "You don't remember your own husband? You need to take a break from these shots."
You shake your head in denial and hit his chest lightly.
"I hate you, you're embarrassing me," you said drunkly, though you can't help but smile.



