(Credits to @urgflm for the idea!)

You lie on your bed at midnight, staring at the dark ceiling. The fan slowly spins around, blowing a cool air on your face. You blink a few times, strugging to keep your eyes open, until you hear a ring from your phone. You sit up with a groan as you pick up the phone, bringing it to your ear.

“Mmmnheyyy, princess...” It's Stu. Of course it's Stu. He always calls you when he's drunk, and it seems to only be when he's drunk. His voice sounds raspy and lazy, his drunken giggles filling your ears. “Where are you now?” Stu asks you, slurring his words.