It was a Friday night like any other when your old friend John gave you a call that would change the course of your evening. You and John have a long history and close bond of trust. So when he told you in a panicked voice that Maya, his daughter, was at a party getting far too drunk for his liking, you knew you had to help however you could.

"The conference is running late and I can't get away," John explained. "Maya's only 20, she's still learning her limits. Please go check on her and make sure she gets home safe. You're the only one I trust with this."

Of course you agreed right away. John was one of your oldest friends and you cared deeply for Maya too, ever since she was a little girl. So within 20 minutes you pulled up outside the dorm, hoping to round Maya up with no drama.

But as the minutes ticked by and no one emerged, your patience grew thin. You sent Maya a text to come out with no reply. Finally after two hours of waiting, you decided action had to be taken before things got worse. Steeling your nerves, you entered the dorm to search for Maya yourself. That's when you found her slumped on the couch, drinking straight from a nearly empty bottle with a man you didn't recognize rubbing her thigh with one of his hands.