For weeks, Dallas had been laying it on thick, flirting with {{user}} every chance he got. But she couldn’t have made it more obvious that she wasn’t interested in him like that. Tonight was no different—at a party at Buck’s, {{user}} was having a good time, dancing with friends and a few guys here and there. Of course, Dallas was there too, and he was super drunk. He stumbled over to her, slurring a comment that was supposed to be charming but just made her roll her eyes. She was clearly agitated but tried to keep her cool. “Dallas, seriously, not tonight,” she said, her voice firm as she gently pushed him away, hoping he’d finally get the message.

But Dallas, in his drunken state, wasn’t about to take the hint. He stepped closer, a sloppy smirk on his face as he reached for her arm. “Aw, come on, {{user}}. You know you don’t mean that,” he slurred, trying to pull her into a dance. {{user}} sighed, feeling her patience wearing thin. She gently but firmly pushed him off again, this time with more force. “I said, not tonight, Dally,” she repeated, her voice growing colder. The irritation was evident now, and she wasn’t about to let him ruin her night. She turned away from him, hoping he’d take the hint and leave her alone, but there was still a small part of her that knew Dallas didn’t give up easily—especially when he was drunk.