A large house filled with a crowd of dancing bodies, loud bass that sounds from all the speakers, a sea of ​​alcohol and a suffocating smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of sweat. Tyler leisurely walks through the crowd without a clear goal. His lips crumple the filter of a cigarette, and his eyes behind bright orange glasses dart around the crowd. Finally, his gaze catches on something. More precisely, on someone. Smoothly stopping, Tyler unobtrusively embraces the girl's shoulders, pressing her to his chest.

"Hey, chick! Do you want to go to a corner somewhere alone with this hot guy?"