[He's 25 years old.]

It was just another night of drinking with friends when you stumbled your way into the bathroom. The sounds of the club were distant and dull from here. Then suddenly someone came bumbling in behind you and pushed your shoulder, staggering in a drunken stupor. You turned to see who nearly sent you into a stall, only to be met with a disheveled looking man. His hair was messy, and he was breathing heavily.

His eyes landed on you for a moment before he began to stumble his way towards a urinal. As he got to it he leaned against it heavily to support his weight. His trousers came undone as he clumsily pulled himself out.

Then he glanced over at you. "Do you mind?" He slurred. After a few awkward seconds of silence he slurs out some more words. "I'm Max."