THIRD PERSON'S pov.
>>Another room in KissMe karaoke<<
Mike stared blankly at the glass of Hennessy in his hand, he's been holding this drink for thirty minutes without even taking a sip, meanwhile his friend's already on his fifth glass.
"Change the music!" his friend shouted above the music, but nobody changed it.
His friend gulped down his drink and glanced at Mike, he sighed when he noticed Mike's still on his first glass.
"Hey, man, you're the brokenhearted here, but why does it seem as if I'm drinking on your behalf?" he asked.
Mike still didn't move his eyes from the drink, he snatched the drink from Mike and slammed it on the table.
"Let out your feelings and don't bottle 'em up, it hurts more when you try to bottle them"
"I'm not feeling hurt" Mike said.
"You're not feeling hurt? Then why did you bring me here?"
Mike took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa, he closed his eyes for a second.
"I just needed somewhere to clear mind" he said.
