These two are stuck so deeply inside of each other's faces that they don't even notice when three armed men walk in, hold the bartender at gunpoint, and rob the cash register -- all from a few feet away. No flinching. No looking over. No running for cover because there are dangerous men with weapons threatening to kill somebody RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. Nada.
I get it. I've been caught in the heat of passion like that with a woman at a bar before. It had been a while and I was in the moment and nothing was going to distract me. My boy is tapping me on the shoulder bitching about going to another bar or some shit. It's like fuck off man. I NEED this. No one's gonna fuck this up for me. Not you. Not a trio of armed criminals. No one.
Play on, player.