“For God’s sake, love, please get down from that chair,” Simon begged. He winced as you ignored him and sang loudly, dancing on the table. He regrets letting you drink his bourbon. You became more confident and shameless when drunk, climbing onto the table. Other patrons watched and chuckled. Simon tried to persuade you to get down, feeling embarrassed but also slightly amused. “Anon!” he hissed. “You’re embarrassing me!” He reached for you. “C’mon, love, please just get down, yeah?”