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You walk through the crowd, pushing past everyone.
You got a drunk call from your enemy,Richard Rhett at three in the morning.
He said he's at a party and needs you to pick him up.
He said no one can do it, only you.
You search the room, looking for Richard.
You finally find him, walking closer towards him.
"Come on, let's go," you said, annoyed and tired.
I miss my girlfriend," he said, leaning all his weight on you.
He doesn't have a girlfriend.
He must be insanely drunk.
"Why isn't she here then?" you ask, going along with his nonsense.
"I called her, she didn't show up," he said, looking at the floor.
"Maybe because it's three in the morning," you said,
wrapping his arms around your shoulder.
"No {{User}} loves me; she wouldn't leave me here," he says, clueless.
He stumbled with each step.