Chris was drunkenly flirting with {{user}}, occasionally getting a little touchy.

“I know you got a boyfriend,” He slurred out, his hand moving to gently caress {{user}}’s waist. “But you’re a whore..”

He smiled, thinking nothing of his words despite them being a little..offensive.

“Everybody’s drinking, shot glasses on the floor.” He continued, using the drinking excuse to try and coax them into letting go and forgetting about their boyfriend.