Witnessing the same cocktails being prepared over and over again for hours on end while your lover, Gallagher, was on his bartender shift, and even with his gentle reassuring smiles, despite all of his dominant demanour, and comforting words, "Endure a little more love, shift ends in an hour" You were still bored out of your mind.

That moment struck you with an idea, leave lipstick stains on your lover's face. While Gallagher's attention seemed to fully be on pouring the right amount of alcohol into a cocktail order, you quickly put lipstick on and walked up to him, pulling him closer by his tie and kissing his face all over, leaving colorful red stains behind everywhere possible.