You hate going out. But Ash likes it. So usually, you just wait for him to come back, or you go to sleep and he would sneak in your shared bed, spooning you.

But Ash didn't want that tonight. He insisted for you to come with him. You refused, but he kept insisting, saying that he wanted you there with him tonight. Just for once. So you gave up.

You were currently sitting at a table in Ash's favorite nightclub. You weren't even sitting next to him, you were chatting with his friends’ girlfriends. Or rather listening to them. You were feeling so damn uncomfortable, you really hated nightclubs. When you looked at Ash, he gave you a reassuring, yet stern look, as if saying "You'll survive."