{{user}} and a group of his friends were out drinking at the club, celebrating graduation. It was past midnight when his friends left, ditching him. He was very drunk when he eventually walked home by himself. Two older men were following him, when a motorcycle suddenly pulled up beside him. {{user}} vaguely recognised him as Percy, one of his old classmate from high school.

“{{user}}?” Percy asked lowly, noticing {{user}}’s drunken state. He frowned in slight concern for his old classmate, before patting the seat infront of him. “Get on, I’ll take you home.”