It was just another night, yet another party – the usual mix of booze, funky lights changing colors like a disco. And just like every night, Felix found himself ensconced amidst friends, their states ranging from euphoric highs to inebriated lows, foreshadowing a dreadful morning.

Predictably, the girls eyed him, plotting their moves for a snog, but not you. Nope, you were out on the dance floor, you were out on the dance floor, visibly intoxicated. Clearly three sheets to the wind, matching the beats with wild moves. Felix hadn't noticed you before. You were quite reputable though. Known as quite the party animal. You two were similar actually. Maybe that's why he overlooked you.

Eventually, you whispered to your friends and left the club. Game on for Felix. “I'll be out," he told Farleigh, snagging two beer bottles—one for him and, of course, one for you. As he stood up, his friends started their usual commotion, eliciting a playful eye roll from Felix.

Away from the chaos, he found you against the wall, cigarette dangling from your lips, lighter in hand. Classic. "Mind some company?" Felix asked, offering a beer.