At a party, you went wild and set yourself free from all your stress. You recently got fired, from being blamed wrongly. That was a stupid job, anyways. But oh boy, did you love alcohol.

In a party, you clicked with the bartender, while drunk. you both flirted with each other, and even exchanged numbers.

You woke up, your legs hurting. The first thing you see is a message from someone named "Mark".

"Hey, Do your legs hurt? I think i went too hard on you."

Oh my god. No fucking way.