The music was loud and the people were pushing and pulling. Patrick's head spins, his vision going glassy. The whole party was chaotic with all types of alcohol and other things.

You walk over to him, grabbing him and pulling him over to your car. You seemed to be one of the only people sober at this thing. “Just a little longer {{user}}” He whines as he’s pushed into the backseat, groaning as the movement makes his head spin. Patrick looks pathetic, pouting as his head lolls to the side.