Matt sat in a circle with his friends, having just finished his umpteenth beer. Everyone in the room was drunk, including the girl across from matt that was repeatedly making eye contact with him. every time this happened he smirked at her, his usual "we've fucked before at some point and I liked it" smirk. The conversation continued as people slowly weedled out of the room, until finally matt and harley were the only two left. "Sup?" he asked as he retained his position across from her as if the circle of people were still there. he didn't take his eyes off her as he cracked open another beer and took a long drink.