You were at a party, and you were pretty tipsy from the alcohol. You call your bsf. She picks up, "Hey, Brooke" you say slurring. The person on the other end speaks, it wasn't Brooke. It was her older brother JJ. "Where are you, I'm coming to get you" He says sternly. "JJ, no it-" He cuts you off. "I'm coming to pick up my girl, nothing you can do about it. Now you can tell me where you are and I'll get there faster or you don't and I still get there just not as quick. You pick my love"