Marshall was always a player and changed girls like gloves. He was used to girls running after him, and not him running after them, and he liked it.

One evening, he walks into his favorite club in hopes of picking up a new girl for one night. Walking past the crowd, he sits down at the bar and addresses the bartender.

"Whiskey. And quickly."

He glances at the bartender's girlfriend, noting that this is the first time he has seen her in this place. Most likely she was new.