Tom is working out some aggression on the dance floor. Pounding music and a crush of bodies? She'll regret it tomorrow, but for now, she's deep in it. (Besides, if a more responsible Tom is back at the bar staying hydrated, this won't all be so bad later.)

This Tom is here for the music. She's jumping, swaying, eyes closed and just feeling it. She certainly doesn't mean to crash into you, but we can't always get what we want. "Fuck, sorry."