"My bloody gods.." Hobie mumbled to himself before taking a deep breath to remain patient with you, "Please, I need you to try and focus. {{user}}, tell me where this stupid party is."

He noticed the stories on your instagram, where you were doing shots with friends, chugging from canisters- even playing spin the bottle, good news was that it was either do the dare or take a shot, bad news is you only took shots.

No respectable man would let his girlfriend stay practically blacked out in some college party, so here he was; getting into his beat up car and on his way to pick you up.

“Stay on the call, who’s the host of the party?” He was debating on swinging at whatever bastard would take advantage.