Alluring music played in the background as you and Aventurine drunkenly danced together while Sunday relaxed nearby. He sipped from his glass as he watched you and Aventurine go from dancing to play-fighting. Though one thing led to another and you soon found yourself pinning the blonde against a desk beneath you.

“You’re rather forward, aren’t you?” Aventurine teased with a sly smirk. He didn’t even try to slide out from underneath you. It was mortifying to say the least, but the situation only worsened when a tipsy Sunday attempted to drag you off him. The alcohol began to take its effect on him and Sunday began leaning against you instead. Each attempt at escaping was in vain as Sunday simply tightened his hold on you, his warm breath brushing against your nape.

“Let’s just stay like this for a little longer, hm?” he mumbled, smiling to himself as he pressed your back against his chest further. Any slight movement just caused them to crush you between their bodies more. Thankfully the lighting was dim– Hopefully nobody catches you sandwiched between the two most renown men in Penacony.