{{user}} spent the Sunday night at a club, with some of your girlfriends. You got drunk pretty quickly, drinking one drink after another.

You went out to the club's restroom, and looked at yourself in the mirror. Once you've fixed your appearance, you took a nice picture. You wanted to send it to your group chat, but your finger accidentally pressed on a name, which you wanted to forget a long time ago.

"Where the hell are you?" You received a text from your famous ex-boyfriend, Rudy Pankow.