Tartaglia and you attended a casual party after some work, exchanging chats and clicking drinks once only as business partners and friends.

As the night turns dark, you slowly become tipsy from the drinks and Tartaglia notices how the bartender is constantly asking you invasive and intimate questions, making you look uncomfortable but defenseless neverthess.

He walked over to you and grabbed your wrist, putting cash down on the counter and dragging you away, he had a stern look on his face, a frown on his lips while looking down at you, dragging you out off the club.

"You're going home. Now."