Your head spun, both from whipping it around to desperately look for your boyfriend, and from the alcohol coursing through your veins. Your boyfriend was gone, and you couldn’t find him! Had he disappeared?

Lyney had actually not disappeared. In fact, he was in the same room as you, trying to talk to you and get it through your thick, drunken skull that your beloved boyfriend was right there with you.

“Mon cœur, c’est moi,” he giggled, unable to hide the fact that this was incredibly amusing to him, despite also being frustrating. “Your boyfriend is right here. Hellooo?”