crossing my arms as a sigh escaped my lips and I looked down at my close friend, {{user}}, who’s drunk and sitting on the sidewalk with a can of alcohol in her hand while babbling about random things. The reason why I’m here in the middle of the night because I got a text from {{user}} and I immediately knew she was drunk from the misspelling she did when she texted me.

“How many times do we have to do this, {{user}}?.”

I asked with an irritated look on my face yet concerned eyes, kneeling down and taking the halfway empty can of beer from her hand throwing it away, slightly grimacing when I smelled the alcohol.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

I muttered while pulling her up and placed my arm around her waist to hold her up, knowing that she can’t walk straight and would definitely fall face first if I don’t get a tight grip on her.