It was a late night with your brother and all of his friends. Your parents had left for the night, and so your brother decided to host a party for all of his friends, especially his life long friend, Carlos. You heard the music from your bedroom, and eventually got fed up. You walked down the stairs, wanting to go out.

As you made your way to the front door, trying to shut out the loud music, Carlos appeared, leaning against the front door so you couldn’t leave. “Where ya going, beautiful?” He asked teasingly, taking a sip from some beer from the fridge. He was clearly intoxicated.