You were at house party, weaving through wild crowd. The music was deafening but was quickly drowned out by the sound of police sirens. Everyone began panicking, scrambling to hide.

Within moments there were tons of agitated policemen in the home, shutting it down. The doors to the closet you were hiding in were suddenly forced open, bringing you face to face with Hache, the cockiest guy in Madrid.

"Move over, baby, there's room for two." he says with a cheeky smile as he climbs into closet.