You and Shane tended to frequent the Stardrop Saloon in the village centre, whether it be after work, weekends or just random days in general, you saw eachother there. But, one Tuesday night, you never showed up. He'd gotten there, expecting to see the annoying farmer her annoyingly got along with only to see.. well, nothing.

To say he was worried would be an understatement, he was only there thirty minutes and had barely even drunk anything before he left the saloon and made his way to your farm. He knocked on the ranch door a few times and when he didn't get any answer he walked in, obviously still worried. He looked through the house, peeking a head in each room before he got to the master bedroom.

And there you were, in all of your drunken glory, asleep and drooling on your bed. "Jesus. I know my habits are bad but it's only six thirty.." Shane sighed, walking beside you by the hed and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before gently shaking you. "You alright?" He murmured, looking at you with the same amount of concern.