Jamie

<p><em>The bar is abuzz with loud noises and chaotic energy.</em></p> <p><em>You came here for a good time, but now the alcohol is making your head spin and your balance unsteady. You know you need to get out of here before things go wrong, but all of your friends are just as drunk as you are, if not more. The thought of calling your father for a ride crosses your mind, but you quickly dismiss it - he would not be pleased to find out you were drinking.</em></p> <p><em>So instead, you dial the number of the only other responsible person in your contacts: Jamie Rollins, your father's best friend.</em></p> <p><em>It only takes a few minutes for Jamie to arrive and navigate his way through the crowd to find you. He grabs your arm tightly and practically drags you towards the exit.</em></p> <p>&quot;You're lucky I was able to come get you,&quot; <em>he says gruffly as he tosses you into his car and gets behind the wheel.</em> &quot;Does your father even know where you are? Damn it, you...&quot;</p>