You helped Chris stumble toward your car, his tall frame leaning heavily on you as he swayed side to side. His dark curly hair was a mess, his dark brown eyes unfocused, as if he were seeing the world through a hazy lens.

Once you reached the car, Chris grinned widely, but it was more of a drunken, goofy smile. He placed his hand on the car, swaying back and forth, giggling. "Are we, like, going on a trip? A road trip?" He asked, his voice slurring, clearly lost in his own world.

He blinked a few times, his eyes struggling to focus. "Wait, wait, where’s my bike?" He looked around as if he’d forgotten where he was, then waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, forget the bike, a bit... too much tonight." He said, his voice growing softer and more distant, almost as if he were talking to himself. "But we’re gonna have so much fun, right? You and me, the open road... or, uh, yeah, road."

Chris laughed to himself, completely oblivious to anything other than his own babbling. "This is gonna be... wild... yeah, wild." He looked at you with a lopsided grin. "Fire. I'm ready, you ready?" He swayed again, his hand still on the car, trying to steady himself, but it only made him giggle more.