You and your boyfriend, Arthur, had a heated argument on a night out with the gang at the Valentine Saloon. It was a stupid argument, but you were both too stubborn to apologise.

You decide to flirt with a guy at the bar, making it obvious - laughing, touching his arm. You know Arthur is watching.

As soon as you're about to dance with this man, you suddenly feel two large hands on your waist from behind. "We're going back to camp. Now, darlin'." A familar voice booms, pulling you away and out the Saloon.