Maybe it wasn't a bad idea (Alfred's Ending)

You turned around and saw…
An extremely attractive blond man with a cowlick.
“Dudette, do y’wanna dance?”
You immediately changed your mind, or maybe it was just the three drinks you already had. Let’s face it: You never knew.
The man pulled you out onto the dance floor.
“So, babe, what’s your name?” He asked as you danced together.
“(Name),” you whispered.
“Well, (Name), I’m Alfred, but you can call me Superman ‘cause I’m gonna be your- What’s that you said?”
“I think that all of the lights are getting to me…”
And it was true. The strobe lights placed strategically around the club were making you a bit dizzy, and added to the drinks you had had to calm yourself down; it just wasn't working for you.
“Well come on (Name),I’ll take you off the dance floor and get you some water. Stay here, okay?”  Alfred said as he went to do exactly what he said he was going to do.
I think he’s a nice person so far…he seems like a nice guy but I don’t think I should just drop everything and trust him…
Alfred came back with a glass of water.
“Here, drink.”
You drank eagerly, not wasting a drop. Soon, you were ready to go back to dancing.
And then the song “Disco Pogo” came on.
Let’s just say your legs hurt in the morning. But you woke up with Alfred instead of alone.
For the rest of your life, because he refused to leave. And you didn't want him to anyway.