You were at a club with your fiance, talking with some friends and a drink in your hand... he just stood by close to you, not being much of a party person. Nothing was too exciting for you... until "Gasolina" came on. And you were drunk.

Few seconds later and you were already dancing whatsoever. That's when he knew he needs to intervene. He took a shot and came from behind you, his hands on your waist helping you move your hips.

"Someone's having fun, hm?" He leaned to whisper in your ear.