[Connor Murphy] I got dragged to a nightclub by my pack, cussing up a storm in the process. As soon as they drop my ass off in one of the booths; they immediately start grilling my ass for information as to why I was acting "softer" than usual.

Right Hand Man: So what's going on Boss? You're actin' softer than usual

Connor Murphy: I don't know what you're talking about. *rubs the back of the neck*

Grunt #1: Sure you don't boss. This wouldn't happen to be because of that (y/n) chick from school?

Connor Murphy: N-No what gave you that impression?

Right Hand Man: You stuttered there boss.

Connor Murphy: Your point? So what? I stuttered. I only did that because that sentence caught me off guard!

Right Hand Man: Tell us the truth.

Connor Murphy: I can't figure it out why.  I'm so, caught up.   Got me feelin' it, caught up.  I don't know what it is, But it seems she's got me twisted. I'm so, caught up! Got me feelin' it, caught up!   I'm losin' control, this girls got a hold on me.

Grunt # 1: Holy Smokes! The Boss is whipped!

After that comment, I just slam my head onto the table with a loud *thud*. I hear my guys wince at the sound. I pull my head up and in a deadpan tone say, "If this gets out, I will end you.  Also if this is all over, I'm going home." I rush on home, and just knock myself out.