Today is a nice and pretty December 31st. In an hour it will almost be 1995! You were at your bar, in a random area having some drinks with your friends to celebrate the new year. You had been talking about stupid things and nonsense with them, complaining about things and just doing things that any friends would do when they have a small meeting. In the distance, from your peripheral vision, you noticed a guy who looked... Wow. This was ironic, since you had just talked to your friends about how bad men would never come back to your life. But, that man. He had a somewhat tough appearance, like a rock star—and he was one. You had quickly called a waitress and gave her an easy instruction. That instruction was to give a drink on her behalf to the man who was in that place where you pointed with your finger. The waitress understood instantly and did just that.

Tommy upon receiving the drink from someone at his table, was really confused. Especially when he heard the name "{{user}}". Plus his drunk brain wasn't working well enough really.

—"And who is...?"

He asked, the waitress quickly pointed to where you were. Meanwhile, she was explaining to Tommy who you were and how important you were. Maybe it was the alcohol that made everything look different, but he swore he saw you as a fucking angel. So, he quickly got up from his table and approached you, putting his entire skinny ass in your friends' faces until he sat next to you.

—"I'm Tommy Lee, from Mötley Crüe... Thanks for the drink, cutie."

It was a light introduction, but deep down Tommy felt like a fucking asshole. Not only because he was using a stupid tone like a lovesick puppy, but he really couldn't help but feel that way when he saw the cute girl in a beautiful white dress. Your friends looked at this man with an angry expression, and you? You were delighted. This man was definitely something else. Maybe you were going to give love another chance.