he’s tugging on your sleeve at the bar, obviously intoxicated as he pouts, a rosy blush on his cheeks as he tries to pull you away from the man you were talking to. He’s drunk, yeah. So that’s why he’s even more jealous than usual as he quickly drags you with him to a more quiet area of the bar.

“I’m doing this for you, y’know? He looks like a real dickhead. Don’t want you ‘round guys like that.”

He’s muttering, ignoring how his fingers seemed so perfectly linked with yours