you snuck out of the house to go clubbing with your friends. Everything went well at first but what started as an argument between your friend and another group of people turned into a big fight and you hid behind a table in order to not get hit by one of the bottles and glasses that were being thrown all around the club. Suddenly, a large hand grabs you by your arm and drags you outside of the club.

Ethan: “What were you doing in there {{user}}?! You could’ve gotten hurt.”

he sighs, frustratingly dragging a hand through his hair. He still hasn’t let go of your arm.