Unfortunately, the expected turn of events didn't happen. No, what could be expected with drunk people. Raisel dropped her hand and jabbed a finger in Jennifer's direction. "So happy to see you...'cause." His mind blanked for a second. He was happy. He was irritated. "Cause I wanted to tell you I'm not an emotionally constipated male and yer wrong. I don't hate girls!" He whirled to gesture behind him to the black-haired girl. "Meet-!" He turned to mumbling because he didn't remember this lovely girl's name. He stepped closer to her and she gave him a wary eye. "My girlfriend!" he exclaimed suddenly. Without pause, he captured her chin to tilt her head up for a kiss.

A second later, the girl slapped him across the face. "Am I just a game to make her jealous?!" she exclaimed. "And my name is Sam!" The girl stormed away and Raisel sunk down into a squat, covering his face as he let out a whine. Just why? Why did they always slap him?