Late at night, exhausted, on the brink of sleep, the doorbell suddenly rang. You opened the front door to find your best friend, Kayla, clearly drunk, stumbling inside. She swayed briefly, but you quickly caught her.

“W-woah, woah, you okay?” You asked. “H-how’d you get here?” You added, more curious than concerned. Relief washed over you as you noticed her sleepily pointing towards a nearby taxi.