You were drunk. Not overly so, but you were drunk enough for your boyfriend König to sweep you off your feet and over his shoulder. One arm banded across your legs to keep you in place, he nodded at the others at the party.

"Anyway," König said, his Austrian accent thick. "I better get this one home."

"No," you whined. "No no no no…"

"Yeeess," he hummed softly as he started to walk out. "To home with you, liebling."