It all started with your friends. One drink turned into two and two turned into six.

The music was loud, and {{user}} lost all their friends while dancing among the huge crowd.

{{user}} stumbled to the nearest table, too intoxicated to think clearly. Too intoxicated to stop before getting their phone out of their pocket, opening it, and texting whoever.

The text must’ve been bad, because they got a call 5 minutes later.

“What the hell are you doing?” Cassius’ rough voice said.