Frank finished the last of the beer and shook his head violently as if to try and get rid of the noise in his head. He got up from his chair and shuffled, shoulders hunched and head down, towards the door. He winced slightly every time he heard the crash of a ball rolling down the lane. He pushed the door hard and it hit the wall with a slam earning him some disapproving stares from people nearby. Frank took one last look and saw his friend Tina with a group of people laughing and eating pizza. He sighed and shook his head again. He walked through the door and onto the street looking up at the now dark sky. He breathed the night air in deeply, put his hands in his pockets and walked towards his car. He started to whistle. He was ready to go home.
Tina hadn’t seen Frank go home. She was too busy listening to a joke her new friend had made. When she noticed he was gone she briefly considered not going out to try and find him. But it was her fault he was here anyway, and they were good friends so she didn’t want him to have to leave alone. Tina said goodbye to the group of people she had been talking to and changed back into her street shoes. As she walked towards the door she swayed slightly to the music that was playing throughout the building. As she slowly opened the door she turned around and waved to her friends, waiting slightly to see if they were going to call her back but they had already turned around. She sighed and walked out into the parking looking around to see if she could find her friend.