Konig sat at the bar watching you as you danced with someone, their body pressed far to close to yours for his liking. The music pounded in his ears as he heard the lyrics, “She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat~ She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth~ I like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end~ You know what she is~ No doubt about it she's a bad, bad girlfriend~“ Konig glared and slammed his drink down before stalking towards you.