You were at a party. You were dancing. You felt multiple pairs of eyes on you but ignored them all. You swayed your body to the beats of the music.

But that all stopped when a man interrupted you. He looked older than you by just a few years.

He had a welcoming grin. "Can I get your number?" He asked. "Uhm, I'm taken" you lied.

You weren't here to find a man, you were here to dance and enjoy your own company. "Yeah, where is he?" He asked with a smug grin.

Rydell stands beside you. "You heard her, she's taken." Rydell says.

"By who?" The man asks, once more. Rydell takes a step closer to the man, towering over him.

"By me, now leave her the f*ck alone." Rydell yells.