the strobe lights were cutting into eyes, and the bass was thudding right in temples. you found yourself at a party where every second person was ready to sell their soul for a good high or a sip of free alcohol.

by the bar, Jacobs cornered you. he was drunk, pushy and invading your personal space way too much, making vulgar jokes about your outfit.

suddenly, there was a sudden noise, shouting, and a dull thud. someone in the crowd yelled, "Jacobs just got punched in the face!"

the next moment, someone grabbed you by the elbow, roughly but gently, and pulled you out of the stuffy hell into the cool night air.

It was Fezco.

you were drunk and everything was swimming in your head.

“listen, baby," Fezco's voice was hoarse but unusually soft as he helped you into the back seat of his car, "you'd better come with me. don't even think about going back in there."

"but I don't want to..." you tried to protest, weakly attempting to open the door.

“hey," he pressed down on your shoulder lightly but firmly, making you lean back against the seat and leaned in closer, "you're too drunk for this. got me?"

you nodded out of helplessness, even though the image in front of your eyes treacherously blurred.

fragments of what Nate did to other girls and how horribly he could treat you if left unattended, since he was such a piece of work made Fezco clench his fists tightly.

"I'm taking you where safe," Fez said and shut the car door.