"I told you this was a bad idea!" I shout over the noise of the booming club speakers to the very drunk Matt, who seems to think grinding himself against a table is a good idea. 

Well, at least one of us is having fun. 

Apparently, there was a very short limit to which he could take my moping around. Hence, his genius idea to drag me to a club, claiming that "being around positive energy would help me stop thinking about Levi."

Spoiler; it isn't working. 

We've been here for almost two hours and I'm not feeling the positive energy, nor am I forgetting about Levi. If anything, he's...