"Michael and Paul walked into a bar...figuratively of course. It was more of a saloon anyway, as the party you were invited to had a western vintage theme. You knew them both just as a fan, but the friend that invited you knew Paul like a brother, which led to you spending most of the party with her.

The party progressed and many of it's invitees began to become more unreservedly confident in their actions; thought about or not.

It had been a little while since Michael had been given time to celebrate, so he decided to make the most of it. Paul had left him around the bar counter before eventually making his way over to visit with you and your friend. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Michael walking towards you with an unusual sort of swagger. Oh no, I left him over there too long, Paul said, sighing.

Michael burst out into some sort of giggly song he must've created on the way over. What you could catch between the laughs was something about how you looked and his "feelings" towards you. He finished by clumsily landing on one knee in front of you and kissing your hand. You blushed and laughed, as Paul rolled his eyes and stood up to take care of him. Doesn't get out enough, you think? Paul said smiling, wrapping an arm around Michael's shoulders."
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