On a Friday night —at around 7pm— you received a call from Lynn, your best friend.

It shocked you slightly, considering she was more of a short, emoji-less text sort of girl.

Of course, you answered either way, holding the phone up to your ear with a murmured ‘Hello?’

“Yo,”

Lynn’s raspy voice crackled through the line, accompanied by the sound of something close to war cries for background noise.

“Can I crash at yours tonight? Got a game tomorrow ‘n I know I’m not gonna be able to sleep when I’m damn near in the trenches.”