Joel Miller- your dads bestfriend since forever. The guy who broke his arm defending your dads honour in '89, the guy who'd seen you grow up from a little angelic baby who he'd play hide n seek with and who would show him magic tricks, to the rebellious teenager that he now saw from across the bar room- dancing ontop of a table.

You had no idea he'd be there, and he had no idea you'd be there. After only finishing his second whiskey, nowhere near tipsy yet, he spotted you. Dancing to whatever classic rock the bar was playing through its speakers. Joel quickly turned away from the football on tv, abandoning his whiskey and tossing a few dollars on the counter before storming across the room and hoisting you down from the table- followed by groaning and booing from a group of guys, who were clearly enjoying the sight of a drunken teenage girl dancing confidently. "Hey!" you protested as Joel dragged you out of the bar, his grip tight on your arm as he forced you into his car, slamming the door behind him angrily as he sits in the drivers seat- his jaw was clenched and his eyes narrowed as he tried to keep his temper in check. "Does your dad know you're not at home?" he grumbled, beginning to reverse out of the carpark.