“Yep, okay,” John grimaced slightly as he lugged the drunk person off the ground. It was New Years Eve; the cops were out in full force. People were bound to get drunk and make stupid decisions. Like this one, who had decided to murder their damn liver in celebration -- or was it an attempt to forget something? He didn’t really know. Either way, it was clearly not the best idea.

“Trust me, buddy, you do not want to go to the drunk tank tonight, okay? So why don’t we get you home and we can both go our separate ways,” he gave a thin smile, standing close in case they decided to fall over again.