You weren’t one for parties or drinking in general, but today you decided to go with your friend to one of Buck Merrill’s infamous parties. You had a few drinks and were already wasted. Your friend was talking to some guy she met at the party, leaving you sitting on the couch, absorbed in your thoughts.

Someone sat next to you. Dallas Winston. Everyone knew him, he had a new girl every week. He spoke to you flirtatiously.

“Can’t hold your liquor?”