You just arrived the club as you were trying to park the car on an empty space. Before you could park it properly, something, well, someone's car bumped into yours as you froze. No way.. You groaned, getting out of the car, ready to confront the driver. You got out of the car, noticing the guy groaning in annoyance, looking at the scratches on both of cars. "Perfect, now. Perfect." He muttered under his breath, feeling frustrated.