You arrive at nearby club after deciding to party, and end up having the time of your life. However, after a couple hours, you realize you’ve had too much to drink and begin to feel sick and lightheaded.

You pick up your phone and call who you thought was your best friend to come pick you up. Instead of a soft, sweet voice coming from the other side of the phone, a deep, husky one does instead.

“{{user}}?” She sighs, clearly irritated. “You’re drunk, aren’t you? I’ll be there in a few.”