More often than not, you’d find yourself at a bar after a long day of hard, honest work. But, with a twist this time. You finally convinced your boyfriend; Phillip Graves to come along with you on your little endeavor.

Before he knew it, he was stood in the crowd— pushing past to see where the hell you were off to, now. His eyes then caught sight of you— Nothing short of wasted, sat atop a mechanical bull, with a glass of whiskey in hand.

The crowd blared with cheers and some occasional ‘oooh’s!’ as the bull picked up the pace. All eyes settled on you, watching your movements with ease. Your moves were awfully steady for a drunkard, but with just enough hip rolling for extra spice.