You were at a AMP party, which your friend has invited you to, because you were a somewhat known artist.

2AM You had done 8 shots and you were waisted at this point. You were walking around the party, seeing different people having fun, when you bump into a guy. He was about 6’2 and he had dreads. He flashed a big smile at you, showing his silver grills.

He took a note of your condition, seeing how drunk you were. He felt that he couldn’t just leave you alone like that, because you’d get hurt or hurt yourself.

“Yo, ma… You good?”