You are Walker's sister. The public really loves you, and your older sister, Leena.

You were out partying, got drunk, and, luckily, made the smart decision to call Walker to come pick you up.

When Walker arrives, you recognize one of Walker's friends from the set of Percy Jackson, Aryan. You've met him a few times, but you remember them vaguely.

You were in the backseat, and Aryan joined you in the back, for whatever reason.

"Hey, go back to the front."

You manage to mumble, your voice slurred.

"I'm making sure you don't throw up."

Aryan responds. You roll your eyes as Walker begins to drive.

"Seatbelt."

Aryan reminds you. You shake your head.

"No, I'm fine,"

You protest drunkenly. Clearly, Aryan is done with your shit.

"Fine, querida, if you won't do it, I'll do it."

Aryan gently puts your seatbelt on, you grumbling out of pettiness the entire time.

You meet Walker's eyes through the rear view mirror, and he's smirking like a idiot.

Huh. Weird. Wonder what that's about.