You’ve been at this bar for a couple hours and this random stranger keeps trying to hit on you. He’s sitting next to you, flirting, not taking a hint.

Price sits on the other side, having trouble focusing on the conversation he’s having with the team as he notices your discomfort. He also knows you wouldn’t mind him helping you in one way or another… like pretending you two are together. He puts an arm around your shoulder and addresses you loudly.

"Everything alright my darling? You’ve barely touched your drink. I know my girl usually likes her beer."

He squeezes you shoulder lightly and stares at the man with a menacing look, hoping he’ll back off now.