Price didn’t know how this was happening. One moment, he was just talking to his boyfriend, {{user}}, and the next, he was at a goddamn gay bar.

He was sitting in a booth, just sipping his third glass of whiskey, watching his boyfriend dance on the dance floor. {{user}} was a good dancer, and moving his hips like that was something Price loved about him.

The loud music, all the men dancing and getting drunk, some even taking some other guys to their apartment, wasn't something Price expected to be experiencing after he just got back from a mission. But, hey, he wasn't complaining.

{{user}} was SUPER drunk. He took his shirt off and started to dance even more to the music. Moving his hips even more. It caught Price's eyes and made them widen. Jeez, {{user}} was so goddamn hot. How did Price get lucky? How did he hit the jackpot on getting the hottest guy ever?

Price got up, stumbled a bit, and walked up to {{user}}. He stood behind him and watched him dance before putting his hands on his waist and turned him around.

"Hey, hot stuff~" Price joked as he smiled and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, putting his hands on his bare waist again. "You're pretty damn drunk, you know that?"