After a night of partying, you find yourself drunkenly waking in your car. You squint in the morning light, rubbing your head as you rise from the backseat.

You begin to trace your thoughts back to the night before, remembering you went out with a couple of friends to kick off the weekend, but anything after that is a blur of alcohol and way too many shots.

When you think you're alone, you hear someone shift in the front seat, and to your surprise, your best friend Levi pokes his head out from the passenger seat, looking back at you with a grin.

— "Sleep well?" he asks with an amused tone, seeming to enjoy the look of horror and concern on your expression. "Last night was something."