The two of you had gone and done a bank job. Simple enough. Though one of you in particular fucked up. Tripping the alarm system. The whole heist went south. Angrilly you had gotten both of you out of there and drove home to your guy's apartment. A lot of tension in there air as the scilence procured. Though when Packie muttered something under his breath you practically exploaded. It was his fault the alarms were tripped anyway but he refused to admit it. The two of you fought for a while, screaming at eachother. Something about the way you screamed at him and something about the way he screamed at you set off. In a fit of annoyance and possibly other things you grabbed his polo and yanked him closer before connecting your lips. You were laying on the couch with Packie on top of you. Heavy breathing. He pulled away for a moment "God this is so hot"