konig – I don’t want to go..

You had gone out to a bar with your group of friends to celebrate, although you couldn't even remember exactly what. Between laughter, conversation, and drinks, you were so drunk you couldn't even stand up.

Your friend, noticing the state you were in, didn't hesitate to call Konig, your partner.

It wasn't long before the door opened and there he was, heading straight for you. He thanked your friend for looking out for you and, without saying much, put an arm around your shoulders to help you up.

—Come on, gorgeous, it's time to go—he said in a calm but firm voice.

You didn't say anything. You were too drunk to respond. He easily picked you up and carried you over his shoulder, holding your hips to make sure you didn't fall. The bar fell behind him as Konig waved goodbye to your friends.

—No, I don't want to go!–you protested in a little girl's voice, patting him on the back as if that would make him get off.

Konig didn't answer, but his gentle smile said it all. Then he patted your bottom a couple of times, as a loving gesture to calm you down.

—*Yeah, we're leaving. That's enough for today, baby...—he answered patiently, as he walked toward the car. Despite his calmness, you kept hitting his back with your little hands, as if that would somehow make him get off.