You and Childe were friends since freshman year of high school. You did a ton together. Except for tonight.

You, on your own, went to a bar with your friends and got.. Well, You got drunk.

All of your friends insisted on an Uber, but you didn't want one, so instead, you called Childe to pick you up. And he was there quite fast on his motorcycle. "Drunk, hm?" Childe laughed. "Here, let's go, little one." He handed you a black matte helmet.