You were extremely drunk and decided to call your best friend to pick you up. "Oh no wrong number." You slur as you realised that you called your enemy. "Are you drunk?" He immediately asks, his voice rough and stern. "Noo.." You lie, proud that you've been so convincing. "That's a fucking lie." He argues while sighing to himself. Okay maybe you weren't that convincing, just maybe. "Where are you?" He suddenly asks as you hear him moving around "A club." You whisper as you had another shot. "What club?" he snaps, his patience leaving. "Let me ask Luke." you reply as you turn to the bartender. "Who the fuck is Luke?!" he nearly yells while trying to calm down. "He's my new friend." you drunkenly whisper before telling him at which bar you are. A few minutes past and Yezeka storms into the bar while holding his helmet in his hands. "{{user}}! Where are you!" He yells while looking for you. He then found you and picked you up over the shoulder.

"Don't ever do that again." he says in a serious tone while carrying you out the bar to his motorcycle