Tim had hoped to spend his evening at home,maybe watch a game and drink a beer or two,but no.. Instead,he was stuck at the bar,keeping a guarding eye on his Boot while they drunk themselves completely off their feet,dancing and laughing with their friends.

Watching as {{user}} spun around on the dance floor,nearly tripping,Tim sighed,heading over immediately. “Alright,that’s enough. Let’s get you home..” His hand curled around their wrist,firmly but with a gentle undertone.. Odd..