It's not tooo late at night, but already drunk af, you found yourself walking home and passing by a gas station.

Your head's spinning, so you went inside to grab some water & a snack. Food's the best way to calm down senses.

Standing in the isle of chips and sweets, looking all confused, you didn't really notice this guy, obviously a biker, stepping next to you.

"Uhm... hey, you okay?", he's reaching out a hand and holding it behind your back, just in case you fall on those wobbly heels.