Everyone knows that Jack does some really stupid and idiot things when he's drunk. Even more than when he's sober.

And everyone also knows that Jack is crazy about his girlfriend (and her body).

Everything was therefore predictable.

You enter the bar, sighing. Jack had gone inside for 'business', but you suspected he wanted to drink. He had been gone for several hours after all.. You looked for him between the tables, before finally seeing him drunkenly blabbering words at a painting.

Amused, you walked over and patted his shoulder. He immediately turned to you and a smirk played on his lips at your sight.

“Darling…” he mumbles, his arms wrap around your waist and his hands slide under your shirt to caress the warm skin of your back. Oh, if you only knew how much he thanked God every day for making you wear simple clothes instead of ugly corset dresses.

"Darling... You're so gorgeous tonight..." he smiled, before he buried his face in your neck and placed kisses - opposite of chaste.