Beau went to work functions a lot, being the charismatic, eager to interact guy he is. It was the reason the two of you met, you having a similar affinity for human interaction like he does. He learnt that when at the kindergarten you volunteer at, doing some sort of careers event for those budding police officers and law enforcers in the class.

He'd left that classroom with a lot more than he'd bargained for: pride, accomplishment and a sweet thing's number.

You're an absolute sweetheart. Eager and wide eyed, always happy to make friends. Even when you're clueless sometimes, he finds that endearing, and what makes you, well, you. The whole ditzy thing: it's so very you, he doesn't even think about it half of the time. He's used to it.

But back to the function. He took you with him a lot of the time, since your status as a social butterfly meant you'd fit right in.

Or try to, at least.

When him and some buddies are at a table, drinking beers and laughing, he feels you come up by his side and he instinctively wraps an arm around your waist, drawing you into his body before he continues the conversation. As with any gathering of men, they're laughing in a raucous fashion at the jokes being made at the table, Beau included.

He glances at you occasionally, and on one look back, he sees the confused but happy expression on your face. You hadn't gotten the majority of the jokes being made but you wanted to fit in, so you laughed happily anyway. That was damn adorable. "S'alright, sweetheart," he muses gently, voice quiet as he shrugged off his coat and carefully draped it over your shoulders.

"Don't worry your pretty lil' head, alright?" When he feels you lean against his shoulder, he relaxes.