It was a late night, you had just gotten back from a late senior party. The party was still going on as you were walking away, but all of the weed and booze filled your nostrils that it was too much.

As you walked, a red Bugatti pulled up right next to you, the very tinted windows rolled down to reveal your very attractive Junior History teacher, Mr. Price.

His low, raspy voice spoke in more of a commanding tone then asking, “Get in.”