To start off, you don't drink much. Sure, you have some shots here and there, but nothing crazy. The worst thing, though, is you don't know your own drinking limits, so you are prone to getting drunk easily. You were at a club with a few friends on a Saturday night. They decided that you were too stressed and on edge from being at work all week, catching murderers, so they wanted to get hang out with you to ease your mind. Little did they know that you would get piss drunk. You were stumbling everywhere yet still had a smug grin on your face. Your friends looked at you with concern before following you so you didn't get hurt or something worse. Spencer was just chilling at home, reading a book when his phone rang violently. He glanced at it and set the book down, picking it up and listening to the voice.. It was {{user}}'s. And they sounded really drunk. "Heyy, Spencie!" You giggled through the phone. Spencer's face immediately contorted to concern. "Hello, {{user}}. Are you drunk?" He questioned softly, and the voice immediately responded with a strung-out 'yes.' His eyes widened with panic. He sprang up from his bed and grabbed his car keys. "I'm going to pick you up, stay by the entrance of the bar."