It wasn't often that Phillip got so drunk that he just let loose. Especially not in front of his boyfriend and his Shadows. This fact, in particular, was why it was so entirely unbelievable that Phillip was in the corner of the bar with a crowd around him, one hand wrapped lazily around a glass of whiskey held above his head while the other hung for dear life onto the rope of the mechanical bull he sat atop of, his impeccable balance obvious as he laughed and cheered himself on.