John's grasp wrapped around your waist, drawing you close to him, and his drunk groans of annoyance flooded your ears. He was filled with resentment at the fact that you had spent your time with Arthur rather than him, your boyfriend.

"Why do ya hang out with Morgan more than me?" he mumbled drunkenly, his fingers digging into your skin with a tight squeeze.

"He keeps lookin' at ya.. Ion like it." John grumbled, his voice dripping with jealousy.