Literature
Chance Meetings.
Antonio downed the rest of his drink, as he sat there, mudding over his current predicaments. Yes, the plural was necessary. To say that the week had been messed up was...an understatement. From fights, arguments, losing his wallet...to find out that his girlfriend had cheated on him. It was all too much to take. He decided that he would just forget about everything he didn't know anyone, he had no responsibilities. All he wanted to do was just to be free and that's why he was at this club tonight, with the sole aim to get himself as drunk as possible. Never before had he cursed his high toleration, but tonight...it was futile.