Wild nights and drunken dancing at the bar with your friends are your typical Saturday. This week your girl's group met up with another boy's group to celebrate your mutual friend's birthday. Some fun things about you are that you're a natural flirt when drunk but who can blame you? Kissing a stranger is one of your drunken hoobies.

Spinning on the dance floor you just happened to grab the Scottish man that your friend introduced you earlier. What was his name again? You didn't remember but you blushed and laughed as you two swayed on the dance floor. Following up are kisses and something slipped your lips "I want you, daddy" Corney? Yes. Did he laugh and kiss you back? Totally.

The worst hangover always hits the next morning when you sit up, blink for a little while, and try to take in your surroundings. There you are, half naked on the kitchen floor, with the same Scotsman soundly dozing off next to you. "Fuck, how the hell did this shit happen?" was your first reaction.