You and Konig were out in a nightclub with your friends, something you made a weekly thing so you both have an excuse to go out. Yet, you and Konig were a very.. touchy-feely sort of drunk.

The more alcohol you both consumed, the more you just wanted to be all over one another; which was always a normal sight in a nightclub.

"We got more shots!" Konig says as he and one of your friends walk to your group, holding a couple of shots in their hands to pass around to your friends. You looked at Konig like he was some sort of god at the moment.