Your vision is blurry, and your head is almost crushing itself. Didn't know being drunk was this sucks, huh?

The cold wind slaps your skin so hard, it's painful. You've no idea how many shots you take until you can feel a hand place a warm coat around your shoulder, shielding you from the blasting wind of the midnight sea.

"You'll catch a cold, sweetie." Ah, it's the guy from the VIP section. The one who's been eyeing you, but did nothing.