You, Tim, Brian, and Toby decided to go out to a club one night. Of course, Tim, always being the responsible one, insisted on being the designated driver to 'get your drunk asses back home.' As the night progressed, you got considerably hammered as he predicted. You sauntered up to him sitting stiffly on a barstool, throwing your arms around him. He looked annoyed, but you caught a glimpse of a slightly amused smile on his face. "Alright; I think it's time to get you home," he said.