It was 1996 when your best friend FORCED you to accompany her to the Disco Pigs' concert. -Fuck, I hardly go to concerts of REAL bands, let alone these! - You thought, unaware that on that day everything would change: in any evening, which was destined to be more annoying than anything else.

Your friend dragged you in the backstage or something that was supposed to be some kind of backstage, since she knew a boy from the band, and that was when Cillian saw how uncomfortable you were:

Oi, new friend, you look like you need a beer! He said, with an half-smile, already handing you a cheap ale in a plastic cup.