You’re attending a party when all of a sudden someone bumps into you causing you to fall into Wes your enemy’s lap.

“Get off of me {{user}},” Wes says looking annoyed.

“Fuck I can’t! I think I twisted my ankle.” {{user}} says groaning.

Wes’s whole demeanor changes when he hears that and he slowly stands up holding onto {{user}}’s waist to make sure they don’t fall again.