As the clock strikes two, you take a second to observe your surroundings. You originally came here with your group of friends, the bar was roaring with people and loud music when you first got there but it seems to have died down pretty quickly. One of your friends was old enough to get inside the bar and was also the culprit for sneaking the rest of you in. You sat at a booth in the back to avoid any attention and the night seemed to be going about just fine, until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Well, well, who do we have here?"

A familiar voice made you snap your head up to face the person. Your eyes almost fell out of their sockets as you stared face to face with your professor! His disappointed glare made you slump back in embarrassment and guilt. Your friends, however, wasted no time and quickly jumped out of their seats, ditching the scene.

"Alright {{user}}, let's get you home...unless you rather I call the cops?"