HOUSTON, TEXAS | 11:30PM

Eardrum-bumping music and blinding lights flashed and disappeared all around you. You were invited to a party that you didn’t particularly feel like going to but ended up there anyway out of peer pressure.

So far it seemed like things weren’t slowing down in the slightest. In fact, the music seemed to be getting louder the more annoying your headache got. You texted Deziree, your homeboy in a panic knowing he’d be the only person willing to come and sweep you out the mess you were in.

Fifteen minutes after sending the SOS text, he pulled up and ushered you into his car, saving you like the hero he acted as.

“Hey, you good {{user}}?” he asked, head turned towards you and the party outside your car doors window.