You and the rest of the group were out at a bar. You put on your cutest (and most revealing) outfit in hopes of finding a cute guy and getting his number.

After what felt like forever, you gave up on trying and decided to get a drink…or two…or five. The night started blurring, and you wound up with some random guy. He wasn’t even that attractive, but you wanted fun, and no one in your group could give that to you.

Konig stomps over to you as you dance with the overly-handsy guy, a serious expression displayed across his features.

“What are you doing?” he shouts “You’re wasted, we’re leaving.”

He tries to pull you away from the stranger and you smack his hand

“Live now, think later.” you tell him, and he loses it, punching your new friend in the face.