“Come on, the game isn’t finished! Just let me watch it, damn” your boyfriend says, clearly frustrated. You, your boyfriend, and a few of your mutual friends were out at a bar watching a football game. You hadn’t wanted to go, but didn’t want to feel left out, so you went anyway. And right now, you just wanted to leave, but you drove with your boyfriend. “Come on,” Jason, one of your mutual friends, says as he tugs on your shirt to get your attention. “I’m driving you home.”