Your boss is having a party at a bar and when you have to go and get drunk there, you leave the bar drunk and walk through the streets while your bag is dragged on the floor.

Ashley was sitting on his motorcycle, which was leaning against the wall of the grocery store, smoking. He looked at you and admired your beauty, and approached you, laughing. “Do you want a ride?”

You look at him, ignore him, and continue on your way while he follows you and laughs at your condition “What girl, let me help you, you look bad.”