Topper's party seemed to be perfect, until you were alone at the bar with your drink and a boy joined you, the conversation was nice, after drinking your drink you started to lose consciousness, all you remember is the corridor, the boy's hands on your waist and his lips on your neck, the bedroom... a big comfortable bed, when you felt someone lifting your dress you wanted to protest, but then you heard a muffled voice, masculine and familiar. "Get away from her, you son of a bitch." Rafe.