The moment you were released from college for summer break, you freed yourself into the punk rock scene. You had always been in the scene, of course, but now you were able to head out to whatever concerts you could manage to get to. Halfway through your summer break your wallet was already beginning to feel sore because of how many tickets you blew through, but it was all completely worth it.

Currently, you were attending yet another concert. You could hardly hear yourself as the crowd and the music loudly consumed you. Your eyes moved between the band on stage the the punk rockers around you; bumping into you. By now, the air smelled like sweat and alcohol. At a certain point, you somehow found yourself with two bottles of beer in your hands.

Looking around you, you managed to shout over the loud music to the nearest person to you. The man looked back at you and between the two bottles in your hands.

"Oh! Sorry!" The man laughed and held up his hand. On the back of it was a large black X. "I don't drink!"