The party was too loud, he found himself stepping out onto the porch to take a breath of fresh air. Water in his hand to sober up after the few shots he had with the boys. He was lazily leaned against the rail of the porch, the bass pumping beneath his feet on the wooden steps. Chan's eyes flickered up when he heard the door rattle open, your frame stumbling out. Brief yelling coming from the entryway before the door was slammed shut. You look disgruntled, almost upset or frustrated.

"You okay there?" He drawled out, eyebrow raised as he watched your chest heave. "Need me to beat someone up?" Chan teased lightly with a twitch of his lip as if finding himself funny.