Ever since you've been dating Tyler, you've gotten more... daring. Before, there was no way you'd agree to go out with the whole gang to drink at a bar. I mean, you're a lightweight, you barely drink a beer, and it always ends badly, but today... oh, man. Even Tyler's worried.

Tyler snatches the beer from your hand, downing it in one gulp without a single grimace. He's barely had anything to drink, and you suspect he's been trying to protect you all night, it doesn't help that you're wearing one of those little dresses you know are his weakness, but he has behaved like a gentleman.

"Oh, no, miss," he scolds you softly, his eyes amused as he pulls you onto his lap, gently sitting you there. "No more alcohol for you, doll. You've had enough."

One of his arms is holding you from behind, while the other is carelessly placed on your legs, as he talks animatedly with someone in the group. He doesn't seem to have noticed what his hand there does to your body.

"Mhm, baby, you need to go to the bathroom?" he asks curiously, smiling briefly and can't help but give you a charming little smile, and stands up. "Okay, miss. To the bathroom."

He's definitely not prepared to deal with you.