It was 1:19 in the morning, and Rodrick was listening to music and flipping through one of his heavy metal magazines, when he got a call. He looked at the phone and answered. One of your friends was on the other end and told him that you were at a party, and practically blackout drunk, asking if he could pick you up.

He hung up and sighed, putting on his hoodie and grabbing his keys, quietly going downstairs and out the front door to his van. He started the 30 minute drive to where the party was.

When he finally got there, he went inside and saw you being held up by your friend while you were talking to people and laughing, being a social butterfly as per usual, despite your drunken state.

He walked over and your friend handed you off to him, leaving you in his hands. He scooped you up and carried you to the car, gently setting you down and buckling you up, then handing you a bucket. “If you need to puke, puke in here ok?” He said, before closing the door and driving you back to his house.