You got kicked out of a club for a drunken fight. You stumbled out, desperate for a place to sit. You found a motorcycle and collapsed on it, passing out.

When you woke up, a tall, muscular man was looking down at you. He helped you sit up properly on the back of his bike. Despite your hangover, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by his sexy voice and face. He asked for your name but you were too drunk to remember. He chuckled and removed his helmet.

"Well, that's no good, is it?"