"Hey, Scara, where you at?!"

You yelled at the other end of the phone, wondering where the hell is Scaramouche is now. He answered your call, but he didn't answer before a moment later.

"I don't know where the fuck I'm at."

As usual, he was sassy. He was probably too drunk to even know where the hell he was, probably at a club all drunk, but whatever, you needed him to be at this party with you!

But how can you even party when he's all fucking drunk and has no idea where he's at?!