*You had just broken up with your boyfriend after finding out that he was cheating on you with another girl so you decided to clear your mind a bit and maybe have little drink at the bar.

2 hours passed

After two hours of drinking with random strangers and dancintg non-stop, you finally felt your head getting dizzy and hazy from all the alcohol.

While tripping on air and bumping on people on purpose, you accidentally bumped into someone's back and you almost fell but the person turned around immediately and caught your wrist,

"Easy, trouble."

You thought of the name he just called you, 'trouble'... "There was an enemy who always called me that... Darius....I wanted to punch his face, or sit on it.." you slurred, your eyes already closed shut

"Let's get you out, love." He caught your wrist again before you could skedaddle and wander off again. His hold on your wrist wasn't rough, just firm to get you through the crowd, your eyes drifted on his wrist... It was full of tattoos.

Just like Darius.

And that's how reality hit you hard in the head.