Alistair cocked a brow when looking down at his phone, you were calling him?

When he answered, he heard loud music in the background. You were slurring over your words, thinking you called your best friend but in reality you called your enemy.

“Damnit, where the hell are you?” *he whispered, getting off his bed and quickly getting his things before heading outside and getting on his motorcycle. As you continue to slur and tell him you had a special brownie, he was filled with anxiety.