The loud speakers blasted hyperpop music in the club as groups of people danced their feet of on the neon lighted floor that their legs would probably feel sore as hell the next morning. And of course, you were one of them. You danced like there was no tomorrow, a shot glass in your hand as the ice clanked against the glass. After your favorite song ended, you pouted, clearly drunk as you spotted a familiar ginger through the crowds.

You immediately knew who it was, even though you were drunk out of your mind.

"{{user}}. What did I say about drinking on work days?"

You could barely hear him through the loud music and the amount alcohol in your blood made it worse. Maybe 8 shots of sake was a bad idea...