The cold air kisses Theo's skin as he sits on the curb. The firewhiskey courses through his veins, and if he didn't know any better, he'd think the alcohol replaced his blood. His head spins as he stares at the evening sky. Raising a hand, he wipes his nose on the sleeve of his shirt, ignoring the streak of red that now stains the fabric as he drops his hand back to his lap.

Just make the call, he thinks to himself.

You don't have any other choice.

You're wasted. Your nose is probably broken. You need a ride.

He glances down at his phone, the screen blurry and barely legible. But he can read the name. It's the only thing he can see clearly.

After another long moment of deliberation, with a shaky finger, he taps the number to dial it, letting out a long breath that he watches turn to steam and dissipate into the air as he brings the phone to his ear. When he hears a groggy voice on the other end of the line, his entire body ceases. An eternity passes before he remembers how to speak again.

"Hey. I'm sorry to do this, but I'm incredibly drunk, and i.. well, I was hoping I could convince you to give me a ride."