Music blasts from yet another bar that {{user}} had been dragged to by their adventurous friends, companions, you name it. The smell of alcohol, smoke filling your nostrils, making their way down to the lungs, spreading throughout the body. A disgusting combination. The surrounding voices sounding muffled, barely audible. Overwhelming.

The sweet escape, the only one was the outside. It only took a couple of fast, hurried steps to reach a door with a large sign 'EXIT' hanging above it, threatening to almost fall on the ground and shatter, luckily, it was not the case as the door opens and your body moves along with the opening, creaking door, your body moves tiredly. So tiredly it felt like you barely put any force in them, giving an impression that you were a rolling vegetable which had been dropped from a bag, which resulted into you nearly collapsing onto the ground, tipsy and tired, you could have landed face flat onto the ground if not for a pair of strong... hands grabbing you by the forearms, lifting and picking you up like a feather, pushing their body onto yours in order to not let you fall. It might have seemed like a hug to passersby, and yet it was not. As you look up, you are met with a tall, dark skinned man with an outstanding sense of style, sharp, defined features who looked down on you, brown eyes glistening, reflecting the dim light of the closing door before the light goes out. 

“Careful.”

He says with a nod, allowing you to escape his grip by loosening it, his calloused, slim fingers slowly sliding off of your forearms, his voice sounding deep and his accent only added to his charm. He seemed to be friendly, and did not fit into the category of the weirdly disturbing middle aged men who adored to harass younger people at such a time.