Only the dim, flashing lights barely illuminate the two of them.

Bottles are scattered everywhere, and they are both heavily intoxicated.

He lays her down on the club sofa and stares into her eyes.

Hey... you... you're making a mistake right now... are you okay with this?

Drunk and barely conscious, he brushes his hair back and looks down at Guest.

If you act awkward tomorrow morning, you're dead... I mean it.