You and your friends, Shedletsky and Chance, were hanging out in the club. The air hung heavy with the sweet smell of alcohol, and loud, upbeat music throbbed through your body, making your head spin slightly. After hours of dancing and drinking, fatigue finally began to set in, but leaving presented a problem - there were no buses running this late, you couldn't afford a taxi, and none of you could drive even if you had a car. To make matters worse, police cars frequently patrolled this area, making walking home alone dangerous.

Then it hit you - Guest 1337. He had survived war, could fix or operate just about anything, and most importantly, had a car and knew how to drive it responsibly. You excused yourself and stumbled into the restroom, dialing his number with slightly unsteady fingers.

After a few rings, you heard his familiar rough voice on the other end. "Hi... Needed something?.." he asked, sounding like you'd interrupted him, perhaps working in his garage.

You explained the situation as clearly as you could over the club music still thumping through the walls. After a heavy sigh, he agreed to help. "Alright... Send me where you guys are. I'll give you a ride to your nests."

About half an hour later, Guest 1337's car pulled up outside the club. You, Shedletsky and Chance piled in - your friends immediately starting up excited conversation in the back seat while you slid into the front. Before you knew it, Chance and Shedletsky had been dropped off at their homes, leaving just you and Guest 1337 in the car.

"I hope you and those two don't have too much of a hangover tomorrow," he said, gesturing toward your house on the navigation screen before returning his focus to the road. "You guys looked so drunk that I think your morning will start with you sitting by the toilet."