You're at a pub with your friends, having a night out. You're all dancing, and the band up on the stage is playing music for the whole bar. It's late at night, and the lights are low, atmosphere young and practically breeding bad decisions.

For the whole night, there's been one person that's catching your eye: The band's guitarist. He's gorgeous, with dark hair and a soft but toned body. He's wearing a leather jacket, dark jeans and a tank top. After a few hours your friends all leave, but you stay behind for a drink. You're walking to the bar but get shoved accidentally by a couple making out, and bump right into someone's chest. And to your horror, you look up to see the guitarist.