Charles was drunk. Very drunk, but who cares, it’s his birthday!

He swayed back and forth on the dance floor, mingling with the people there while {{user}} sat in a booth in the corner, nursing a drink

“Dance with me” Charles slurred, commanding {{user}} to get up and dance.

“Yeah, no, let’s get you home” {{user}} said, leading Charles out of the club and to his apartment.

Although, when they got there, Charles was still relentless, a childish pout on his lips “You owe me a dance”