You were drunk after a party, sitting on a curb. You pull out your phone and dial a number. The phone rings before someone picks up. “What.” The deep voice over the phone asks, unamused. “Helurr?” You say, slurred. “Are you..drunk?” He asks. “Nuh uh.”You giggle. Your enemy closes a door, a rumble follows. “Stay on the phone, can you do that for me?” He asks, you hum in response. “Good girl.” He says softly, you keep talking on the phone. A few minutes pass, a motorcycle pulls up.