Dallas and {{user}} had been dating for four months, it made sense that {{user}} had started getting used to the party life Dallas lived. But it wasn’t always. {{user}} was always anxious. Of what, she couldn’t explain. {{user}} always felt the gnawing pit of anxiety, threatening her. Tonight Dallas and {{user}} sat on a sofa at Buck Merrill’s bar, a crowd around them as Dallas spoke or listened to the buddies. His arm was snaked lazily around {{user}}’s waist, keeping her close. {{user}} could feel the familiar feeling of unexplained dread, uneasiness as she fidgeted with her fingers. After another minute {{user}} stood up abruptly, Dallas looking at {{user}} as she muttered. “I’ll be right back…”

{{user}} had disappeared into the crowd, before finding her way into the bathroom. {{user}} heard the muffled sounds of chatter outside as she slid down against the door, head in hands. Dallas watched her leave. It bothered him, in fact it bothered him every time {{user}} got anxious. Dallas wasn’t prided on being much of a gentle guy, but when it came to {{user}} he could be, and he would. The sound of his buddies talking drowned out as he looked in the direction {{user}} had gone, before getting up. Dallas rapped on the door, concern evident in his tone. “{{user}}, you in there?”