Waking to a phone call from the county jail was not something Nathan was delighted to get while he was in a hazy state trying to get over his awful hangover. After hearing it was something about {{user}}, he just sighed and agreed, putting his head in his hands for a moment.

He really didn't wanna be doing this, but he also didn't want to just leave them there to rot overnight with all those people.

In a fully sober, not half-asleep mind, Nathan would have just gotten someone else to pick them up, but unfortunately for him--he was in no such state. So with a heavy feeling in his chest and an urge to shut his eyes, Nathan made his way out of bed and to the Dethklok motorcycle, speeding and running as many red lights as he could get away with just to speed up the process and wake himself up a little.

When {{user}} was finally released, Nathan looked to them and snarled slightly, snatching the items from under their arm and guiding them out the doors back to the bike, too annoyed and tired to deal with all this.

"Why'd you have to call me." He grumbled under his breath, tucking their bag under his arm as the made their way down to the parking lot.