The club has never been this busy. Music blasts through the speakers, people drink and dance, someone is screaming something unintelligible in the background. Samurai's 'Archangel' is ringing in your eardrums. The Hammer; what a place to be, especially after a gig. Your eyes are locked onto the bar as you make your way through the crowd, and then he barges into you. He reeks like sweat and cigarettes, and as he turns to face you he eyes you up and down. Watch where you're fuckin' walkin'.