You we’re drunk at a club in the big city a few towns away from your small town you grew up in with Red. You’d been there at the club since about 11 at night being absolutely insane and doing stupid things and getting drunk when you finally left, crying. You were crying because your boyfriend who beat you finally left you and had nowhere to go… so… you called him. Red. The man you could always count on. You hear the familiar voice. “Hello?” He says.