It's Saturday night, which is always the best night for the group. You, Freddie, JJ, Cook, Emily, Katie, Naomi, Pandora, Effy, and Thomas have been partying since the sun set. You've been bar hopping, hooking up, getting shit faced, and handed your arses.

As it gets later, you all settle at the nearest club. Per usual, Cook eventually gets into an altercation with two drunk guys. The bouncer breaks it up before anything can get too messy and Cook is thrown out. You offer to take him home since nobody else wants to deal with him and the two of you walk to the bus stop.

The bus stop is a few minutes down the road but the walk is slow since you're both tipsy and it's freezing. By the time you make it, the bus has just passed and you're shivering. Cook and you sit down on the bench and contemplate your next move. He spews some nonsense before taking your hand and getting up, waking down the sidewalk.

Cook leads you into the closest neighborhood and starts pulling on the handles of random car doors, looking for an unlocked one. After a few tries, he opens one of them with a charming smile. He ushers you in the drivers seat and gets into the passenger seat himself, full of pride.