You were drunk, sooooo drunk. Why were you? Well, you agreed to go to a party with Izzy—your boyfriend. And his band was also there, so you expected to have an entertaining time, since you were always outgoing and always had a great time cheering up the party—your boyfriend Izzy always liked this, you were like a jumping flea in the middle of people. Anyway, you had a good time there, you flirted with Izzy even though he was your boyfriend—you were so drunk, you probably didn't even know why you were here.

At one point in the night, you were drinking an inhuman amount of beer. Shouts encouraging you saying: "Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!" sounded—you were definitely the center of attention there. Or at least your active attitude made you cheer up many people. And there in the crowd was Izzy, watching you with a hand on your face—the members of Izzy's band were laughing out loud at the sight of Izzy's adorable girlfriend drinking exuberant amounts of alcohol. After a while, you finished taking everything and everyone clapped and screamed. You were in your own world—very drunk.

Izzy decided it was time to go, since things were getting pretty crazy—plus you weren't supposed to drink that much. But, when Izzy walked into the crowd and grabbed your arm to pull you out, you just said:

—"Who are you? Don't take me!"

Your eyes were closed, you were so drunk you didn't even recognize your own boyfriend, laughter erupted around you when they realized how drunk you were. Then you smiled a little lost and raised your arm, as if you were celebrating a victory. Izzy dragged you with a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle her laughter.

—"Dear, it's time to go home... It's me, Izzy... Your boyfriend."