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 Personally, hanging out with my co-workers isn't really fun to me. I tend to avoid and decline work parties often, in the most kind way of course. Most of the other interns are way older than me, and for some seeing a 20 year old accomplish more in a year than them as they’re reaching their mid-life can be disheartening. Yet there I was, at a bar on brookland park boulevard. 

“Goodness John, maybe if you kept your pants on your wife wouldn't be shoving her head in your ass.” Michael laughed as John downed another bottle of hennessy. I snickered to myself watching Michael start to wheeze as Amy put her hand on John's shoulder. 

“Michaels got a point there, you dug your grave mate. Now you got to lie in it.” Amy sighed, patting his shoulder as John groaned, laying back against the bar island. I rolled my eyes at the conversation. My co-workers and I decided to grab a drink tonight to have a bit of fun. I took a sip of my beer as I watched Michael beginning to wheeze off his drunk laughter.

“Well shit, A man needs a break sometimes. I’m not going to lie to you that ass was just calling to me. I never touched a fatter ass than that one. I'll tell you that much. Michael burst out laughing hysterically on the verge of tears. Amy rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her Margarita, disappointment apparent on her face as she whispered towards me.

 “I really don't understand this guy sometimes, I’ll take a wife that loves me over a fresh piece of ass anyday,” she scoffed as she watched him down another drink. I shook my head, feeling my phone buzz. I looked down at the screen seeing Brooke’s photo. I hummed opening her text as I responded to Amy,

“I guess some people don't know how much they have until they lose it.”