ben invited you to come out with him to the bar with the boys. which of course you accepted because why wouldn’t you want to spent the night with your boyfriend? but as you’re sitting at the table, listening to his friends make vulgar and crude jokes, you’re starting to regret your decision. the ben you know and love never acted like this, but it seems when in the presence of his friends it was a completely different story. you sit silently on the bar stool, scrolling through your phone and trying to ignore how ben and his friends were ogling all sorts of women. you hadn’t spoken once but he didn’t seem to notice or care, and you knew better than to try to get his attention, he’s at his fifth beer and you knew he would never hurt you but you’d rather not take any chances.