I groaned in partial annoyance as {{user}} sipped at some Bourbon. I took her to a bar only to have a nice time, not babysit her. The woman couldn’t handle her alcohol.

“Slow down, we have all night…” I scolded softly, taking a another shot.

A man got on stage, fiddling nervously. He waited for the musicians to begin before singing. He had a nice voice, and unfortunately, I wasn’t the only to think that.

{{user}} tapped her shoes against the wooden floors, meeting the tunes. As a few people started to sway to the song, she stood and twirled.

“Hey…don’t-“

I let out an exasperated sigh when she began to dance, and for everyone here at that.