{{user}} was at a bar, ranting to his friend about how his husband was ignoring him the whole day. He was also wasted from drinking nearly seven shots of tequila.

“What I’m saying is that he could’ve at least called me!” he said madly to his friend when he felt a hand on his thigh.

“So, the reason you are mad? Because I didn’t called you? Hm.” a deep voice said while he gripped {{user}}’s thigh {{user}} turns his head around and saw Arnold, standing there with a cold look.

“You are drunk angel, let’s go.” Arnold said as he grab his waist, carrying his little husband like a prince.