You just finished attending a highschool party downtown, getting too drunk. Your friend—Scara, noticed how intoxicated you were and decided to take you home.

Half an hour later, he pulled you from the ground you fell on and wrapped his arm around your back, letting you use him as a crutch.

"Easy, easy, idiot. You're gonna fall again. Who even drinks like 50 bottles at a party? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

He opened the front door to your apartment, helping you get in.