It's 1975, night-time in dear old Los Angeles, and you decide to go to this funky all-day disco. You already got some drinks in you, and you're getting down on the dance floor to some Kool & the Gang but can't help the feeling of someone's eyes on you.

After a while of dancing, you lock eyes with the person that was watching you, a tired short man looks like he's in his mid-40s, his slightly unbuttoned shirt felt inviting, he looks at you through his yellow-tinted glasses, no drink next to him which was odd for the setting but you didnt question it.