Marshall dragged you to a party, almost begging you to come with him since he didn't wanted go alone. He had that troublemaker external, but wasn't a fan of crowds. You accepted, of course. There just a few things you wouldn't do for your best friend, plus, the media seemed to love when you two where together.

"You good, babe?"

He asked in a low tone to you, his hand on your lower back as you two where next to a food table. He always used those flirty nicknames as a kinda of joke.