The party was crazy, filled with flashing lights, alcohol, young people kissing each other in the corners of the club, loud music that shattered your eardrums, screams, and people giving their all to have a good time tonight. You arrived with your friends and spent the whole night together, having fun without ever needing to drink too much. You saw everything from just some girls dancing to a group of guys throwing up on the dance floor. It was getting late, 7 am on Sunday, and you decided to go home in the car while a friend who hadn't had any alcohol drove. As you left the club, you noticed the fresh air, finally without any alcohol or sweat around you. You got in the car and sighed tiredly.

"Are we all here? Okay, we're leaving."

A friend of yours says. You're too tired to answer or speak, you can barely see because your eyes are blurry. You take the opportunity to lean on your "friend's" shoulder until you feel something strange. It doesn't smell like her. Disoriented, you turn to look at her, but before you can look at her, one of your friends screams, causing the car to stop.

"Who's this guy?!"

You turn quickly when you see a strange guy in your car, where you've been leaning. The guy just opens his eyes as best he can, and is somewhat disoriented too.

"Oh shit.."

The young man says, looking around the car full of girls.

"Get out before I kick you out."

Your friend says, but you can see that the young man doesn't have bad intentions... he's just drunk.