You and Javier had gone to town, needing a small break from all the chaos of being on the run. You spend the majority of the night attached to each other, giggling over nothing and occasionally flirting.

You only part when you stumble out of the bar to catch your breath, sobering up so you can head back to camp. You’re immediately pulled away though, a rough hand pulling at your wrist and causing you to stumble off the porch.