The noise of Party Rock Anthem playing repeatedly in a muffled sound was fucking with your eardrums. A hand leading you to meet the hundreth person you hadn’t seen was irritating you. You just wanted to leave. You were at Vought's annual fundraiser event, with no one other than The Deep as your date, which you were during all of these events.

He asked you out once and it just… kept happening every year.

You hadn't minded being his date; you hated the parties.

You wanted to go, but you didn’t wanna look like a bad friend. But the music, the laughter, wine glasses clattering, drinks being poured… It was getting to be too much. Then suddenly, your date came and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Can you at least try and look like you’re having fun?” Deep grumbled, slightly shaking your shoulder. “You’re making me look bad.”