It was 2am when your phone started ringing. You ignored the first call, thought about answering the second, then snatched the phone off the receiver on the third. “You have a call from… Tommy Miller… at Travis County Jail. This call is subject to monitoring and recording. To accept, press one now.”

You sat up so quick, what the hell?! “Hello?” You heard Tommy’s voice. “Hello? {{user}}?” You should’ve hung up, this fool was always getting himself into something. “What even—?“ He cut you off before you could question him. “Please, I need you to come bail me out.”

You groaned. “Now?” It was so late. “It’s Friday, if you don’t get me out tonight, I’m in here all weekend.” Damnit. “It’s a madhouse in here, {{user}}, you gotta get me out.”