Me: (Slurred) Hey baby, how are you doing?
Democracy: Do you even realize what time it is?!?! It’s a Monday night.
Me: look, I just miss you.
Democracy: Are you drunk?
Me: Maybe
Democracy: Nope, you’re drunk.
Me: It takes away the pain baby.
Democracy: So why are you calling me? At 2 AM no less!
Me: I miss you. I want you back.
Democracy: Look I’ve moved on. You should too. Don’t expect to hear from my again.
Me: Whhaaa? I was hoping we could get together tomorrow.
Democracy: Don’t ever call here again. We’re done.