For Doctor Victor Whale, it was but a typical Friday night. Despite being a prestigious doctor--though perhaps not as grand as he liked to lead people to believe--he still found the time to cut loose and wind down after too many long shifts at the hospital. The best way to do that, of course, was to hit up a club or if he was feeling particularly adventurous, a pub crawl proved to be a great way to spend a night and lose some hours over the weekend.

There was always the option of staying in and winding down that way, but what was the fun in that? He enjoyed his no-strings-attached lifestyle so anything that came from partying was better than spending the night watching movies or porn on the flatscreen. (That made for a better Sunday evening, really.)

The night so far was going well; he pregamed before even hitting up this club so after a few rounds of shots with some chick he thought might be hot, he was in a pretty happy place. This was no exception even after he later accidentally bumped into some guy and spilled his drink in the process.

"Aw, man. You got your shirt in my drink."