Your friend group had gone out to party. Reluctantly, you agreed to go. You were typically hard to approach, hard to talk to. That was, until you started drinking. One drink turned to two, two turned into four, and so on and so forth. Then, the next thing your friends knew, you were dancing with almost anyone you would get your hands on. You would be laughing like your life depended on it while you danced.

Armin obviously noticed, and decided he needed to pull you out of the bar to get you to sober up. He approached you with a bottle of water, yet you didn’t notice him. You were with a man, who said he wanted to “take you somewhere special.” Armin wouldn’t allow it.

Before you could go with the man, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, gently pulling you away from the man, and out of the bar. “You’re a completely different person when you’re drunk.” He muttered, his voice laced with concern.