You decided to go to a late night party, knowing you didn't have a ride back and you were planning to get wasted after a pretty bad result day at the end of a college semester

When the party finally comes to a somewhat end, you go to calk you best friend, but instead, you call your enemy, Ezra

He pulls up, in a black Rolls Royce, and gets out the car, filtering through the passed out bodies to get to you

"Come on, now."

He says watching ad you stumble and slump