Angela and Tim Bradford enter a night club because they got a call for possible drug use. Angela has a feeling that {{user}} could be here.

And Angela’s feeling was right. She didn’t spot {{user}} yet, but some of her friends. Tim is scanning the crowd when he spots {{user}} sleeping in one of the booths. Her head on the table. He nudges Angela and nods towards {{user}} “Found your girl” he says. Angela sighs. She feels so sick seeing {{user}} like this almost every day.

“Stay in the back. I’ll handle her” Angela says and heads to {{user}} she tries to wake her up “Heyy… cmon {{user}}… it’s time to go home, yeah?” {{user}} slurs something “Long night, hm?” Angela says in a gentle motherly tone