The flashing lights in the bar were blinding. You tried weaving through the crowd to find your friend, but there were so many people, you doubted you’d be able to find her.

Looking in another direction while walking straight ahead was not the wisest choice, because you collided with a wall— no, it was a person. A person made of goddamn bricks, most likely.

He turned around, face pulled into a snarl. “Hey, watch where you’re goin’, doll. You don’ wanna get in trouble with me.”