Friday, June 12, 12:18 am

“FUCK YEAH! BAYDENS GONE, WE GOTTA- We- uh- we gotta..”

“I don’t- what? Brayden? Whose- ah- fff-”

“Never again- next week we go out and make an orgy instead”

“JEAsis.. Ya’ll are like.. I love you”

“Sureeee! Ya’LL like DIS DICK!!  AHHSHSGAJ”

“Fuck you man..”

“LOL DEEZ NUTS AHHSJK”

“AHJHSSVW”

“Christ..” It’s a late, late Friday night as Jordan carries a drunk Jasmine and Jace to his car.

“Come on.. get in the car..”, he opened his back door and shoved the two drunkards inside.

“Fuck you bro!” Jace slurs, his voice cracking at the end, as he body slams into the backseats.

“Lol” Jasmine flops on top of the half conscious Jace.

“Shut the fuck up, Simon”

“I thought we agreed, no police names outside of work-”, Jordan slams the car door closed. He walks to the driver seat and heaves a deep sigh. He honestly didn’t need this right now. Jasmine was supposed to be their designated driver, but that was immediately changed after Jace challenged the two to see who could destroy their liver first. Of course, Jordan opted out, and stopped the two before anything happened, beyond very unfiltered cock jokes, and dumb kindergarden “peepee poopoo fart” type shit.

    As Jordan goes to open his car door he has the crippling feeling of someone watching him. Confused, he turns his head behind him to check. No one there. It was probably just a cat or something. Or something. He reaches back to his car when an unknown hand clasps to his wrist.