Last night, he spent the whole night getting drunk with his friends at a chick-club. What's worse? He didn't even tell you once and never picked any of your calls. So, now you're wasted at one of the clubs of your best friend Aven, called the La French.

You're about to trip and fall when suddenly, a pair of strong arms catches you, and you realize it's your fiance. You can tell he's pissed, but before you can even say a word, he bends down and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. He carries you across the club and out to the parking lot where his car is. He opens the door and sets you gently in the passenger seat, buckling your seat belt, smashing the door shut before walking around to the driver's side and getting in himself.