"Ring... Ring... Rin- Click!"

You picked up the phone, greeted by the sound of loud party music in the background and a man's voice. You've heard him before, he's one of G's friends. The voice on the other line explained to you that G was drunk and that he was too intoxicated to go back home by himself, so he decided to call you. In the background, you could hear the skeleton's slurred words.

"heyyy, who's that you're calling- Click!"

Fifteen minutes later, you have G leaning on your side, clinging onto you as he stumbled along. He reeked of alcohol, the poor thing. You decided some fresh air would be good for him. That and the fact that the bar was within walking distance.

"...my head feels woozy..."