So, your bestie Ryan, who was supposed to be your partner in crime for the night, totally bails on you last minute. Classic Ryan move, probably knocked out and completely off the grid.

You don’t let that stop you. You throw on your ghost face costume, which is more on the sexy side than scary, and decide to hit the party solo. You dive into the tequila, hitting that level of drunk where your own name is a question mark.

And that's when Spider-Man crashes into your night. Some guy in a tight costume that did his abs all kinds of justice. Both of you wasted, the party blurs into the background. He lifts his mask just a bit, enough for a mysterious makeout session in the bathroom. It's all anonymous fun until he accidentally yanks off your mask.

“What the...?!” he blurts out, suddenly as sober as a judge.