The post race party was going well. Everyone was happy and drinking, especially you. Free alcohol called your name until you were nearing black out drunk. You noticed Charles and started up a conversation with him, flirting here and there. Charles didn't speak on this, since he knew you had a boyfriend. Your boyfriend was his long time best friend, Pierre.

Then.. you leant up and kissed him. He quickly, but gently, pushed you away.

"Woah! {{user}}, no. You have a boyfriend"