It’s a late Friday night. You’re walking home from a party, and you knew you should’ve called a damn Uber. But noo, now you have to walk. Boo-fucking-hoo.

As you’re walking, you hear a car pull up next to you. It’s a white van- wait, you recognize that van.

Your friend, Frank, pokes his head out of the window, grinning at you. “Hey. Need a ride? You look like shit, dude.”