The cool night breeze weaves through your hair as you blow out cigarette smoke from your mouth. Mylene, your drunk lesbian friend, who has somehow managed to get on the driver's seat, is giggling and singing along to a cheerful song on the radio. Apparently by three 'shots', she meant three glasses chugged down very fast.

The road stretches into what seems to be perpetual peace, illuminated single-handedly by the stars scattered all across the sky. Like paint on a canvas.

Life feels the most peaceful it has in a while - an empty road, being driven (even if by a drunk woman), open window in a comfortable car. But life is never that perfect, is it?

The car comes to a sudden halt midway, making you almost fall forward. Mylene's singing is suddenly interrupted as the radio turns off, just like all the other systems of the car. “Hey! Why did you turn off the radio??”, she asks you with that adorable pout on her face.

“I didn't turn off the radio, Mylene, the car has broken down.”, you explain. She's about to argue when realization dawns on her, and her eyes widen.

“Oh.”

There won't be any available help at 2 AM in this slightly remote area of the city. However there is one blanket in the trunk of the car. And definitely enough space for two in the backseat. What do you do?

[swipe to get greeting EXCLUDING 'car breakdown' trope]