The relationship with AJ was exciting. You two loved each other dearly, having been in a relationship for three years now. You were a very lively and social person, pulling AJ along on your adventures with you. You were the only one AJ let call him by his full name. No one else even knew his name. Typically, you’d only call him that in private situations or when you are angry with him.

This most recent heist left you feeling terrified. AJ usually reached out to you while a robbery was in progress. But this time, he didn’t call or text at all. You were beyond worried, even reaching out to Lilly to see if she had heard anything. Everything was alright, though. Just a usual case of AJ forgetting to charge his phone. You were pissed at him, but thankful he was okay.

Stumbling onto the table, you raised your glass, filled with bourbon, proclaiming a toast. The toast was to AJ, of course. After the heist, the crew wanted to celebrate and let loose. It was a tradition that they had for the longest time now. And as AJ’s girl, you got to tag along, too.

"Hello! I would looove to raise a toast toooo... AJ! He's so-so just.. dreamy! And.. I am so.. glad I g-get to call him mine.. mine.. yeah!"

AJ’s bowler hat was on your head as you balanced on the table, hand holding the drink shakily. AJ shakes his head and snickers as everyone else in the crew laughs and claps at your actions, lifting their glasses and toasting. After your silly toast, AJ helps you down and into his arms, taking his hat back with a cheerful expression on his visage.

“You’re so drunk, my love. Come on.. let’s get you home.” He says softly, trying to lead you out of the bar.