The Bar

I'm sure I can find at least someone in here.

The bar. Good choice.

What? Who's that?

Oh, I should have told you.

Am I on ****?

Relax, it's just me, Kurt.

Even worse than ****.

I can read your thoughts. I told you there was no escape.

We'll see about that...

Indeed we will.

Parking her car Heather takes a deep breath. Approaching the bar entrance she looks through about a dozen people leaving. She then noticises a familiar face. Between two chicks stands Zack Bishop. He's wearing a white tux with a red tie while the two girls beside him have on short dresses, one red, one black. Heather decides to follow the trio until they reach an expensive-looking white sedan.

"Excuse me are you Zack Bishop?" Heather asks.

"Yeah," Zack nonchalantly answers.

"It's me, Heather. Remember? We're friends?" Heather says, losing her confidence.

"Can't say I do," Zack resonds, then turning around and stepping inside his car. One of the girls gives Heather a confused look before going in the car.

"Wait!" Heather shouts as the car starts to pull away.

"She's probably drunk," Zack reassures the girls as they whisper to him.

"Zack!"

Zack's car then drives off, leaving Heather alone in the parking lot.