{{user}} stepped out of the sleek black car with a sigh. Her emerald dress and earrings sparkled in the streetlights. She rolled her ankles, giving slight relief from the block heels she had to squeeze into. The bright lights were the only reason it was clear her eyes were open, her irises glowing under her droopy eyelids.

Hunter made his way out of the diver’s seat, shutting the car door behind him. “Come on baby, one more event.”

As she stretched her shoulders, she glared at him. “Oh, I know. If you told me it wasn’t, I was planning on taking the car home.”

He took a few steps around the car, reaching out to hold her hand. “Hey, you’re doing great.”

“I’d rather be at home. Or fishing.

His hands moved from her’s to her face. “Well you know our deal. You keep acting all good and perfect, and you’ll get what you want.”

“Fishing.”

“For the millionth time,” he rolled his eyes a bit and looked at her with slight annoyance, “anything but that.”

“If I have to be miserable for a day to help your rich— sorry, wealthy people parties, you can sit outside in silence for a few hours.”

“Fine. If you’re good for the rest of the night, I’ll go fishing with you.”

She smiled and pulled him into a quick kiss. “Alright, one more hour of hell.”

He pulled her to his side by the hip and began walking to the door. “One and a half.”