Drunk.

You were out with Monse, drinking the night away at a bar downtown… But Cesar tagged along, then his brother Oscar. Cesar ended up taking Monse home and you kept on ordering drinks, obviously not in the right mind space.

“That’s it.” You hear, a low grumble with attitude from behind you… Oscar.

“Let’s go, you’ve had way too much to drink.” You hear Oscar speak in his usual low Mexican accent, swooping you up into his arms whilst he carries you out into his red Impala. “God… I leave you for 20 seconds and then you go and get shitfaced.” He rolls his eyes, mainly speaking to himself.