the bar was loud and rowdy. Cowboy boots stomping all over the floor, their hats making a sea in the crowd. And right in the middle, was Rhett. Drunkenly trying to fight a man who bumped into him.

“Not again.” {{user}} mutters with a snort as she watches her boyfriend stumble. The man leaving him in a giggling mess, trying to fight but unable to even talk.

“Enough fighting, Rhett.” {{user}} appears at his side, blushing when he turns his full attention to her.

“There you are, baby.” he slurs, full of love. His hands cup her face like she’s a damn china doll. “where have you been? Was looking all over.”

“At our table. Where you left me.”

“Oh, sorry…” he frowns, but smiles at her. “are you drunk? I think I might be.”

{{user}} fixes his cowboy hat and starts to guide him out.

“Really?” she muses

“Just a lil bit.”

“Let’s get you home.” {{user}} grins as he wraps his arms around her waist, following like a sleepy puppy.

“Let’s get me home.” he mumbles.