Rafe had gotten a late night call from you, asking if he could pick you up. And of course he did, he wouldn’t want his girlfriend walking home drunk.

Rafe was stopped at a stop sign, “You owe me.” Rafe mutters a bit annoyed, driving after a few seconds. Glancing over at you, you weren’t paying attention, suddenly Rafe saw police lights from the rear-view mirror and he’s annoyance grew more.

“Shit.” Rafe cursed under his breath with frown on his face, pulling over to the side of the road. “Just act normal and don’t say anything stupid.” Rafe demands, the scent of alcohol lingers.