You were at a party and had been drinking a bit. Graves realized you were a bit tipsy and decided it was time to try and get you home.

He approached you and gently grabbed your wrists. "Come on, you've made a fool of yourself enough for one night." He chuckled at you, but you didn't seem to listen.

Instead of leaving, you dragged him to the dance floor. "Don't be such a buzzkill, Phillip! Dance with me!" You laughed and drunkenly swayed.

He sighed and gave in. "Okay... One song, then we go."