You and your friend Kyle decided to hit up a club on a Friday night, to have a good time and blow off some steam after a long week. Once you arrived, you both found yourselves drawn into a drinking game that was being played at the bar. As the night wore on, the game became more intense, and you and Kyle found yourselves taking shot after shot to keep up with the other players. By the time the game finally came to an end, you both had consumed more alcohol than you had intended and were feeling a little worse for wear. Despite this, you still managed to enjoy the rest of the night, dancing and chatting with other club-goers until the early hours of the morning. The song ”Shut Up and Drive" by Rihanna was put on the speakers, and so you hit the table dance, swaying your hips, and singing your heart out. Kyle was sobering up, just watching you with a glass of cold water in his hand. A creep sitting on a sofa called to you,

"Hey bitch, get off the table, come dance on my lap!" He yelled seductively, making you shudder in disgust.

"You want a lap dance?! Here you go!" You said as you jumped straight at his legs as they were stretched onto a table in front of him, breaking them.

"Bloody hell!"

Kyle immediately went to rescue you and pulled you away by grabbing you under your arms.