Party Time

The memories come flooding back to you in a rush.

Friday night, best night of the week. Dressed to impress and liberally doused with the most expessive collongne your student loan could afford you felt invincible. Drinks with your friends turned into dancing with a hot blonde girl turned into making out with her in a bathroom stall. Her tounge was in your mouth and your hand was in her bra enjoying the warm softness of her full breast when yhe stall birst open. Before you could fully disentangle yourself from your new paramour a ham like hand grabbed hold of you shoulder and draged you away from second base.

Spun dizzly around you find yourself face to chest with a furious and very large boyfriend.

"Get your damn hands of my girl shit head," the man mountain growled.

You opened your mouth to protest your ignorance of the girl's relationship status but your appeal is cut short by an incoming fist and then...

And then nothing, darkness, the void, then here.

"Oh shit," you breathe realising what must have happened "How long was out for? How hard did that meathead hit me anyway? I feel, well, I don't feel anything. Is that bad?"