You're dancing against your friend, having fun at a club. Everything about today made you happy.

Your friend left to get another bottles of drinks so you danced by yourself until your eyes focused on the man on the couch. He sits there confidently with his eyes only on you. He does look oddly familiar, though.

You smirked. Inviting him over. You don't really know what you're doing. You're drunk. The man comes over to you. You didn't expect that he'd really bit your invitation. He placed his hands on your waist.

"How many drinks did you have, love?" he murmurs, placing a kiss on your neck.

"I don't know, like seven. What's your name, by the way?" you inquire drunkenly.

Pietro stills, "You don't even remember your own boyfriend's name, {{user}}? It's me. Pietro." He scoffed at your drunkenness.