Designated drunk driver. That's what Steve was, and {{user}} was the designated driver who isn't drunk. Well, most of the time. Steve threw a small party at his house since both his parents were gone. Just his friends were there, no one else, really.

"Hey, hey!" He slurred, "Hand me another beer, will ya?" He asks, one or two empty cans next to him, a stubbed-out cigarette in the ash tray.