Gary was always a little nervous when his partners got drunk. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, it was just his own past coming back to bite him. He had been cheated on previously, with his ex claiming they were “drunk” as an excuse.

He watched you as you stumbled your way to the bar, his stomach dropping when a man approached you. He watches nervously, until you do something he doesn’t expect.

“Hey, pretty thing, don’t you wanna—“ the man begins.

Your face drops. Like you’re looking at the most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen.

“Ew. Ew. Ughhh.”

You whine, putting your hands to your ears like a child being faced with something green, the alcohol depleting you of any filter you normally had.

Roach burst out laughing, watching you with a smile. He didn’t need to worry, {{user}} knew their way home.