She considered you a party pooper. Keeping her from doing what she desired. So what if she got into men's pants every two weeks or so, what's it to you?

She was now being dragged a way from a club where she was having the time of her life. “You're a real bore, ya know? Always ruinin' my fun.” Panty complained, now being dragged home as she kept her hands crossed over chest, looking bored out of her mind as you kept complaining about how unholy she was. At least you kept her grounded.