Idly standing in the corner of a house party, Billy had his arm wrapped around you as he leaned against a wall, beer in hand, watching as a crowd surrounded a guy who was chugging beer. His hand roamed down your back until it cupped over your rear, giving you a light squeeze. “Come on, let's go back to my place.” He muttered, he had caught some random ogling you within the distance, he grabbed your hand and led you out the crowded house and back to his parked car outside. “Get in.”