You didn't make it long at the party before you were in a screaming match with a drunken club-goer and it was getting heated. He got in your face, getting increasingly aggressive when suddenly he backed up a few steps... His eyes darted above your head, then back to you before he scoffed and vanished into the crowd. You turned and looked up, covering your eyes from the harsh neon red club lights to see Toto towering over you, eyes still locked on the man.

"I absolutely had that, you know!" you barked at him.

"Of course you did..." he scoffed at you. He gently pushed your shoulder and led you outside the club, knowing you'd reached your limit for the night.

"How are you getting home tonight? Where is home tonight?..." he asked as he tossed his coat over your shoulders. You had to think about it yourself, trying to remember if you'd booked a hotel.