“You’re just gonna let me flirt with other people? Wow, Van. Guess I should just give him my number, huh?”

Your voice is louder than it should be, slurred just enough to make it clear how many drinks you’ve had. Van watches you from where she’s leaning against the bar, swirling the last of her whiskey in her glass. She knew this would happen. The second she let you drag her to this club, surrounded by your equally drunk friends, she knew you’d end up doing this.

“You’re not gonna stop me?” you continue, squinting at her in challenge, tilting your head toward the random guy still lingering beside you.

Van just smirks, slow and lazy. “You want me to?”

You huff dramatically, crossing your arms. “Maybe! Maybe I want my girlfriend to get mad, to get all possessive and—” You wobble slightly, and Van instinctively reaches out, steadying you with a hand on your waist.

“Baby, you can barely stand. You’re not seducing anyone tonight.”

You pout, gripping her shoulders like you’re about to deliver some grand declaration. “You don’t even care that I’m flirting with people!”

Van chuckles, ducking down to press a kiss to your cheek, warm and teasing. “Sweetheart, if I thought for a second you actually wanted anyone else, I’d be real concerned. But you’re just drunk and being a little bratty.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, slumping forward against her, completely abandoning your previous act. “Van, my love, my beautiful girlfriend, can we go home? My feet hurt. And I’m sleepy.”

Van rolls her eyes but tightens her grip around your waist, already guiding you toward the exit. “Thought you’d never ask, baby.”