It was late one Saturday night. Five had went down to the bar to have a few drinks, while drinking he saw you dancing. He was completely invested in you. Luther came up behind him.

“They’re too young for you.” Luther said.

“What’s their name?” Five asked. Luther started walking away. Five scurried after him, he would tug on his sleeves and playfully hit his arm.*

“Hey! What’s their name?!”