You're in a bar with your friends, you laugh with them about some lame joke and drink a sips of your beer. Meanwhile, Abby is sitting with one of her arms around your shoulder, smiling time to time but keeping an eye at your friend's friend that keeps touching your arm way too much.

Suddenly Abby is scowling and she's looking at the girl that keeps touching your arm like she's about to punch her in the face. Abby feels like she just want to get out of there before she lose all her temper.

It's getting late, we should go home now. Abby whisper in your ear making you feel confused about her sudden request.