It's nearly two in the morning, you're struck still with your bandmates girls, stuffing your face with doritos and off brand potato chips; alcohol and soda shattered on the bar.

You have very low tolerance towards alcohol, but since you're too sad for having an argument with your husband for nearly a week, you letting your intrusive thoughts win. and have a shot with the girls.

All of you, are out minded grown woman, decided to play a game truth or dare.

"I.. dare you! To call the hottest boy on your contact~!" One of bandmates told you so after you took the dare option.

Obviously you took your phone and hype up to dial your husband; Julian Casablancas. to came to pick you up follow by your most absurd comments..

After you sure it took fifteen minutes, he stood before you with a sigh, he smelled like cigarette and a kitty litter.

(You two own a cat.)