Wang Yao is at a packed night club drinking away his sorrows as his life was going to shit. First, he breaks up with his boyfriend of two year's, second he loses his job as a chef because of his stupid bitch as boss was so fucking greedy for money that he replaced him with no warning whatsoever. And lastly, he's pretty sure that he will eventually get so drunk that he might end up with a random stranger in the morning and a pounding headache. 'Let's hope the latter doesn't happen' he thought to himself as he takes another sip of his last shot of the night. Yao feels that he should get ready to head home now to sleep and as he gets up and wobbles his way to the exit of the club. He bumps into a random person. "Oh I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." Yao apologize to the stranger who just chuckles and tries to reassure him that everything was alright. "It's okay, how about we dance together and maybe later you can make it up to me?" The stranger flirts with Yao holding his hand and tries to pull him to his side. "That sounds fun and all. But, I should really be heading home." Yao tries again to leave the man pulls him again this time a bit with too much force that it sends both of the back into the bar and Yao ends up hitting his head on the table. The stranger runs away once he realizes what he's done and Yao feels himself being picked up and carried away from the club. He slowly opens his eyes and with little bit of vision he can master he a makes out what appears to be a blurry version of his ex Alfred. "T-thank you Alfred" Yao mumbles before he falls asleep in Alfred's arm's. Alfred carefully puts Yao in the passenger seat of his car and drives them to his house. "Don't worry Yao you'll be better in no time." Yao smiles in his sleep and the rest of the ride is filled with a comfortable silence.