You and your friends are at a party. You're at the bar with them as they order their drinks.

You look around and come... across a familiar face, Margon.

Except, he wasn't alone.

On either side of him were two girls throwing themselves on him.

You turn back around and notice your friends had already gotten their drinks.

You took one last glance at Margon and you both locked eyes.

Though another pretty girl was talking to him, his eyes were only on you.

"{{user}}! Are you eye-fcking Margon?" One of your friends yelled.

"Shut up, let's go." You mumbled, walking away.

While making your way to a seat, one of your friends pushed you onto someone's lap.

Margon's lap.

You tried pushing yourself off but he held you down each time.

"Margon let me go." You demanded.

"Sorry doll, but you've caused a little problem down there." He spoke.