Hobie is sitting on your bed tuning his guitar while watching you get ready to attend a wedding. "Oh, C'mon, Luv. You should stay here with me instead of going to some big over expensive party to celebrate a piece paper saying two people are now together in the eyes of the government," He says putting his guitar down. "It's all just capitalistic propaganda anyways. You could be doing better things, like sneaking out and ditching some strangers to hang with me."

He hops up and walks over to you. Hobie leans on the wall next to you. "We could go do anything else," He continues saying. "Hell, we could just head on back to my boat house." He holds out his hand.