[Sakamoto can feel the warmth leave him, and he stands dumbstruck in the middle of the crowd. Soon he falls prey to the bumping and grinding of the crowd, being pushed every which way until he's finally at the edge of the dance floor. He squints his eyes, the thumping of the music finally resulting in some kind of headache. She's not the type of girl who would leave him like this, but...
This is how it usually goes, isn't it?
The bar seems a little brighter, and although he barely registers the face of the bartender, a drink sounds real good right now.]
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This is how it usually goes, isn't it?
The bar seems a little brighter, and although he barely registers the face of the bartender, a drink sounds real good right now.]