You found yourself knee-deep in a crowd of sweaty and drunk teenagers on a Friday night. One thing led to another and now you were here.

You found your little corner in the living room to brood in while you waited for your friend, yet some asshole still managed to spill his drink all over your shirt. He was yelling, you were yelling. About to throw hands when someone stepped in front of you, large frame in sight and low voice rumbled, “Chill, that’s enough.”