He'd only agreed to come out to keep his stupid friend from calling an abusive ex. The plan was to stick together, have fun, and not run of with other people. Well, that lasted for about an hour. The'd had a few drinks, danced a bit, Jake had left to buy more drinks, and poof. Gone. Probably right into the arms of some new asshole. Man, sometimes he felt like he spent more time babysitting than being a friend. He'd walked around for a bit, tapping one or two people on the shoulders to ask if they'd seen him, but who even noticed anyone else in bars anymore? Like any of the other countless times this had happened, it was useless.
Eventually he decided to give up and go sulk in a corner instead, with the two drinks he'd already bought for them. Ass. He walked into the quiter part of the club, looked around himself, and realised something. He didn't have to do shit alone. In fact, if his friend was gonna run off with someone else, anyway... looking over the room again, he made his decision, walked up to a booth, and set a drink down in front of a complete stranger. “Hey. You seen my friend? He's.. well, probably gone at this point. Screw it.” he'd tried, shrugging, looking slightly defeated. “So. You here alone?” he said instead, letting one side of his mouth rise slightly upward to create a crooked smile.