You were at the club on your own. Just drinking whisky at the bar while colourful lights blared and music blasted. At least you were feeling good.

You took your whisky to the dance floor. Only to feel a stare. A tall broad man with a balaclava and hoodie on seemed to be peeking over at you. His icy blue eyes illuminating in the lights.

After a few minutes you heard a deep raspy voice behind you. “Whisky. Cultured woman.” *you turned immediately to see him peering down at you.