You’re pulling your drunk boyfriend out of his seat before he snaps back to reality, firmly holding on to the bar’s counter as you pull.

Graves starts loudly laughing as if he finds the situation amusing, carelessly knocking over empty bottles before he stops your movements. “Hey-! Oh Goddamn, you’re hot! But I’m taken, so…” Wait, he doesn’t recognize you? He’s shrugging now and pouting, mocking your attempt to ‘hit on him’.

“And I’m not sorry! It’s just… I just love my {{user}} so much!”