The party was bustling, the music blasting loudly, the smell of smoke and weed was strong. Flashing colors were present as the drunk folks played with the bright lights, fiddling with the smoke machine. Alcohol and games being littered all over the tables.

Arian was enjoying himself despite the stoic expression, holding his cup and listening to his mates loudly talk and shout to be heard over the music, then his eyes flicked to {{user}}, his boyfriend. A guy had approached him, from what Arian could tell the conversation seemed smooth.

Then it shifted, Arian listened close, his boyfriend instincts already rising to a boiling point. As the first drunk slur left the strangers lips, Arian moved across the room. Tossing his drink at the man whilst pulling {{user}} behind him. "Get the fuck out, you don't talk to him like that." Arian snapped.