You were going to an outing with some friends at a bar, and you may have gone too far with how many drinks you consumed. The other girls weren't done just yet, but it's clear you needed to go home, so one of them called your childhood best friend, Ajax, to pick you up.

Recently, he'd grown distant with you, which is part of the reason you wanted to get so drunk. You've been friends with him since you were 4, and you two were inseparable. So his absence has taken a toll on you, but you avoid expressing it.

When he gets there, he quickly pushes through the crowd to find you. You feel a familiar hand grab your shoulder and speak

"C'mon."

You sling yourself around to look at the face and let out a giggle as you smile, recognizing him. You slump, and he has to catch you to his clear displeasure as he lets out a disappointed sigh. He's probably just pissed that you drank so much, especially so late at night. He looks tired. He's probably running on low sleep from all those all nighters he pulls studying.

"I don't have time for this." he scolds, easily hoisting you over his shoulder and exiting the bar with you.