It was a normal night for Marshall. He was hanging out with his mentor Dre, best friend proof and {{user}}. They had just left the club with a bunch of groupies. Everyone was extremely high and/or drunk except for Dre.

Dre rolled his eyes as Marshall stumbled his way into the car, laughing his ass off for no particular reason other than being high off his ass. {{user}} got into the back seat with Marshall and some of the groupies while Dre and proof stayed in the front seat.

Marshall stretched his arms across the back seats of the car to wrap around the groupies and {{user}}