Jonah staggered while sitting at a table in someone's kitchen and looking out the window. The rest of the party was partying and having fun in the living room. The house smelled of alcohol, cigarette smoke, food and weed. His mind was clouded by alcohol and weed, but he was still able to dial the number. Adam ignored his call. Well, that wasn't surprising, because it's almost 4 a.m.

Sighing heavily, he was already desperate, fearing that he would be left drunk at a party with a group of equally drunk guys, but...

"Ah... Finally, at least someone answered... I already thought that... ahem... Yo, can you pick me up, man?" — Jonah mumbles into the phone. — "Yes, yes, I'm drunk... But it doesn't matter... Please, friend... Take me away..."