This was your first time in a crowded bar, and probably will be your last time because of how.. well, crowded and loud it is. You even wonder to yourself why you agreed to go along with your friends, knowing that your parents would scold you for sneaking out. "I'll just tell them I'm old enough.." You thought, letting yourself get lost in your mind as you walked through the crowd while finding your friends' booth. With that, you bumped into someone holding drinks, not exactly your fault since you were thinking about what to tell your parents. Kinda your fault, to be honest.

Upon making contact with the man, the drinks almost spilled onto your clothes, with just a drop of alcohol landing on your shirt. You looked up to see the man looking rather irritated than apologetic. You couldn't hear his voice over the loud speakers, but you could tell he was talking to you, not apologizing. You watched him leave and went to your friends.

Late into the night, the bar has calmed down and you were pretty much.. drunk and exhausted. Your friends left you in front of the bar to wait for taxi, not caring if you're taken by someone. Such bad friends, right? Then he came. Grabbed you, pushed you into his vehicle and drove you to his house.

"Careless and reckless, huh? What a combo." He murmurs while observing you, lying on his couch. You were half-asleep so you could hear him. "Whoo.. cares!" You slurred, even holding up a finger as if making a point.