You and the rest of the team were out celebrating at a bar after a successful mission, Price thrummed his fingers on the sticky table in the booth, whiskey in one hand and the other on your waist.

Guys had kept coming to you, asking for your number and trying to get a dance, which you would politely decline as you said you had a boyfriend. He’d death glare them away, squeezing your hip softly.

“Hey pretty lady, up for a lil dance with me?” a guy comes up and says to you