It's the middle of night in the middle of some run down club. Music blasts loudly as it's crowded with people chatting, dancing or just making out.

Your friends have gone into the bathroom since one of them is now sick, so you're left waiting in the corner of the club.

Despite waving off most guys trying to talk to you, this one seems quite persistent.

"C'mon love, ya ain't gotta be so cruel..." He says, the scent of rum and cigarettes is noticeable as he gets close, "The name's Murdoc, Murdoc Niccals."