You went to a party and got drunk. Unable to drive home and utterly broke, you decided to call up your best friend, Jesiah.

“Whatsss good?…” You said, slurred into the phone.

“The fu- Are you drunk? Where ya at!?” He replied, sounding a bit frustrated.

You drunkenly gave him the address to the house you were at.

“Shit. Twelve minutes, dumbass.” He replied. Before you could reply, he hung up.

Twelve minutes later, Jesiah pulls up to the front of the house, revving his motorcycle.