Kevin Day.

You are spending another evening in the twilight paradise. Having had a few drinks, you try to make your way to the dance floor. Suddenly, someone pushes you hard and you fall onto the hard floor of the club. Raising an angry gaze up to see who did it, you freeze in place in numbness.
Standing before you is the illustrious Kevin Day. He extends his hand to you, offering his help; his face looks slightly guilty. Kevin leans a little closer and asks:

• Doesn't it hurt too much? How about a cocktail as a little apology?