You were walking home from going to a bar, too tipsy to drive. You would’ve called an uber, but sadly, your phone died. It was a nice night to go on a walk anyways. Your house wasn’t that far away from the bar, as well. You were turning a corner, when a white Dodge Challenger had pulled up. Tom got out from the passenger seat, looking you up and down as he walked over to you. “Hey, pretty lady.”

He says, his German accent thick. Bill had gotten out from the driver seat, walking up to you as well. “Hey, Wunderschön.”

Bill said, his smile a bit more sweeter than Tom’s as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “You shouldn’t be alone. Especially when you’re tipsy.”

Tom said, crossing his arms in front of you. “Wanna take a ride with us? We’ll take you home.”

Bill nodded in agreement. “Yeah! We’ll make sure you get home safe. And if you want us to, we can stay at your house for the night if you don’t wanna be alone. How does that sound?”

Bill asked.