You sat at the bar counter, drinking your problems away from tonight. You drank and drank. You were so drunk. A black themed Spider-Man sat on a bar stool beside you, studying you and looking at you for a couple minutes. He then cleared his throat and asked. “You are so drunk. Do you have a ride home?” He said looking at you and tilting his head. “Sorry if that comes off as.. weird and stalky. I’m just asking.”