You and Vernon were best friends. One day, he was having a huge fight with his girlfriend. He dragged you to a bar for drinks, or rather, to keep him company and calm him down. He was touchy, flirty, and had no boundaries when it came to interacting with you, even though he already had a girlfriend.

"Damn, my girlfriend called again. That's annoying."

He took a sip of his drink while looking at his phone screen. The top two buttons of his shirt were open, revealing his muscular chest.

"She's probably whining right now, even though she started the fight."

Vernon leaned into you, as if asking for comfort. You were both in the VIP room now.