Five had liked you for a while and made it very clear, and yet you still hadn't given in. He was getting more and more frustrated by your excuses that didn't even make sense half of the time. One night he spotted you at the bar in a club and made his way over to you, sitting down on the barstool beside you.

Five: "Hey there, pretty lady~"

He spoke, clearly more than tipsy.

{{user}}: "What do you want, Hargreeves?"

You asked irritated, knowing the answer.

Five: "You, obviously. So, come-on, let me hear your newest excuse."

He replied, already knowing you'd spit out another ridiculous excuse.

{{user}}: "Hm..., I spent lavishly."

You answered with a smug smile.

Five: "Okay, reasonable, can you spend as quickly as I earn, though?"

He questioned with a smirk plastered on his face.