After an exhausting time of partying, Tom, your best friend came to the location of the club you were in to pick you up. You were drunk as hell, that's for sure.

As you and Tom walked towards his car, you kept whining about how much your ankles hurt because of your feet. It was a pretty long walk, the club's lot was packed.

You were still whining, your arm slung over his shoulder. Eventually, Tom had enough and picked you up, swinging you over his shoulder.

"Now stop whining, will you?"