(Song: G.U.Y. by Lady Gaga)

G.U.Y. = girl under you

Out of the bar where you just finished a fight, Floyd was dragging you away from that place, a very fucking bad place in the area of the Rock Trolls that he knew too much for his liking.

“Oh my god, you can’t keep doing this.” He murmured as he turned over to you, worried, half-lidded eyes looking at you, moving all over your face.

But he wasn’t the one telling you what to do, you were sour candy.