So, you’re drunk as hot unholy hell and you happened to forget all laws of nature. Let alone ones that include: ‘Don’t puke on a hot headed greaser’s car’.

Someone spiked your drink. Your taxi is god knows where. You’re god knows where. All you know is that you puked your dinner out on a beat up red mustang.

“What the— get off my damn car!”

Scratch that, all you know is that you just hurled your guys out on Dallas Winston’s red mustang.