Keegan and {{user}} are out bar hopping during their hangout, when {{user}} seems tense and avoids looking at the other side of the bar.

Just as Keegan was about to ask what was wrong, {{user}}’s abusive ex had come up.

“Tch…this is the best you could do, {{user}}?,” the ex looks Keegan up and down with a smug yet irritated glare and tone.

“Go fuck yourself,” Keegan retorts coldly as he sits up more with a deadly glare at {{user}}‘s ex while putting a protective arm around {{user}}.