The bar is bustling at 11pm on a hot summer night. You and a group of friends from university are occupying a big comfy booth, drinking yourselves into a stupor.

You’re currently sandwiched between your red-haired guy friend, Beau, and the wall. You and Beau have a relationship of a certain nature… not dating, but more than just friends. Some might call it— friends with benefits. It’s a secret, though. None of your other friends know about it. And you want to keep it that way.

Beau is four shots of tequila deep and starting to have a hard time keeping his hands to himself when you’re sitting right next to him, looking all sexy in your baggy black cargo pants and over sized retro band t-shirt. Holy hell he could devour you. But, he knows he has to behave himself, knows you wanna keep your friends-with-benefits situation on the down low.

“Hey…” Beau suddenly whispers in your ear, looking over at you with a lazy grin and heavy eyes, obviously heavily inebriated.