Go to Mixed Drink Area

At the bar area, Mike poured himself and Hunter two Jack and Cokes. Hunter thanked him and started sipping it when he noticed Mike had already downed half of his and was still chugging.

“Bro are you okay?” Hunter asked concerned.

Mike continued drinking until he finished his glass. He wiped off his mouth using his t-shirt sleeve. “Yeah, no, I mean I don’t know man.” He locked eyes with Hunter. “It’s just there was a smoking hot girl I found and I fucking fumbled so hard dude.”

“Hey, relax my man. You’re gonna be fine.” Hunter took the empty glass from his hand and sat it on the table. Turning back to face Mike, he saw that he was hanging his head in languish. Hunter knew what he had to do. He took Mikes chin and lifted it up?

“Yo what are you…?” Mike never finished his question as Hunter roundhouse slapped him across the cheek. Instantly his cheek swelled red.

“Pull yourself together man. There are literally hundreds of bitches in this place. You didn’t lose your wife! Now get back out there and go talk to someone else. Or her again!” Mike yelled in his ear. He hoped this pep talk would be all his friend needed.

Gingerly Mike stood up a little straighter. His hand still holding his hurt face. “Yeah, you know what you’re right man. What the fuck was I thinking?” Hunter cheered him on as Mike grabbed another beer and chugged half of it before going back out to the party. “I’m such a good friend” he thought to himself.

“You’re such a good friend, you know that?” Said a sultry voice from behind him.