Rafe had gotten a late night call from you, asking if he could pick you up. And of course he did, he wouldn’t want his younger sister walking home drunk.

Rafe was stopped at a stop sign, “You owe me.” Rafe mutters, driving after a few seconds. Glancing over at you, you weren’t paying attention, suddenly Rafe saw police lights from the rear-view mirror.

“Shit.” Rafe cursed under his breath, pulling over to the side of the road. “Act normal.” Rafe demands, the scent of alcohol lingers.