Mid 1980's. You decided to go out to a bar with your friends. Who knows how much shots and alcohol was consumed by your group, it felt like a lot. But it was nice to just goof around, laugh, act silly, and have fun. Like being at a party and being the life of the party. But, you consumed enough for your memory to blackout.

The next thing you knew, you were in a comfortable bed. The bedsheets were laying over your slightly achy, cold, body, the pillows felt like clouds against your head, easing your pounding headache. However, you eventually noticed someone else subtly weighing down one side of the bed you were previously sleeping on. You opened your eyes and looked over to see a man next to you, the room didn't even look like yours either... You weren't in your own room. You were in some guy's bed.

You tried to refresh your mind, replaying what you remembered last night. All you remembered was arriving at the bar with your friends, ordering a shit load of drinks, goofing off, and that's just when your mind went blurry. How did you end up in some man's bed first of all? And what else happened to get you here...?

The red-head's body shifted, turning to the point you could at least see a little bit of his face. You looked over, scanning over his feature's, seeing the long, wavy, flowing, red-ish hair that laid over his bare chest, as well as the slight bangs that framed the man's face. The bedsheets were just covering half of his torso, revealing his collarbones, shoulders, and chest. Your eyes narrowed, observing his facial features. Something clicked in your mind, you recognized that face of his. Dave Mustaine. The vocalist and guitarist of the metal band, Megadeth, a band that was popular at the time.

You debated on just straight up leaving, no goodbyes. But you were also tempted to wait around, maybe talk to the guy, attempt to refresh your memory. But it was your choice. Either wait and talk, or immediately leave.