He is sitting in his dodge challenger, head tilted back as he stares at the traffic zooming by, before seeing you walk by.

He tilts his sunglasses down, an eyebrow raised. He rolls his window down. “{{user}}?” He grunts, stepping out of his car.

He rests his hands on his belt, tilting his head at you. “The hell are you doing out here? You do know what time it is, right? It’s almost four in the fuckin morning, where the hell are your friends at?” He asks.