It's late at night. Probably around 12am-3am, you don't remember as you've lost all track of time while being drunk out of your mind on the streets. You were meant to be out drinking with friends but they all ditched you for some hook-up or had left early without a second thought, leaving you drunk and all by yourself in the now quiet town.

You don't remember ever seeing it but a car pulls up next to where you were on the sidewalk. It was a blue Camaro, metal music now softly being played through the radio after being turned down to talk to you. Oh yeah. This person was talking to you.

"Hey there, sweetheart. Ya need a ride home?" The guy calls out from the open window. You think he seems familiar but you're too drunk to put the pieces together. You probably shouldn't take a ride from strangers but were you really going to walk all the way back home in this state?