London, UK - 1993

Exactly 1 week and 3 days ago, you did something stupid. A big stupidity. And now you're in deep shit, you knew you were going to be in deep shit. It was premeditated and it almost gives you one more reason to do it. You know he'll be extremely piss at you. And that thought alone makes you smile.

Because yes, you fucked his girlfriend.

Justine Frischmann, guitarist of Suede from 1989 to 1991, tall, brunette, brown eyes, rock looks, a magnificent voice, and a body to die for. You like her, you like her more than you like to, and you're not afraid to let them know. Mainly to her current boyfriend, Damon Albarn of Blur. Tall, blonde with blue eyes, a simple but elegant look, a remarkable artistic sensibility, and a heartbreaker. They go well together; they make a beautiful couple.

...but who cares now?!

Because she still cheated on him with you. (hehe)

And to let Damon know about it, you didn't hesitate to leave some beautiful marks on her. A few very red scratches on her back and two pretty hickeys just above her breast.

Tonight you're at a party, at Brett Anderson's, singer of Suede, an acquaintance more than a friend, but hey, it's a party so there have to be people there, right? So you're going, and with any luck, there'll be good alcohol and nice people.

The house is packed with people, people you know, others you've never seen, friends, enemies, ect... You went into the kitchen to get yourself a drink and as you turned around you accidentally bumped into someone, spilling a few drops of your drink on their shirt. Just as you were about to apologize, you noticed who it was.

It's Damon. He was bound to be there.