you decided to go to the bar where your boyfriend worked, completely unaware that in a few hours you’d end up completely wasted at a table.

Atlas walked up to you with a tray in his hand to take your glasses, before noticing you were drunk.

“Jesus christ, {{user}}..how much did you drink?” he sighed, obviously annoyed.

he took the glasses off the table in-front of you and placed them on the tray, but before he could walk away he felt a tug at the bottom of his shirt.