Zen calls your phone countless times, hoping for an answer. Then you finally answer after a lot of calling. He sighs in relief and asks βWhere the hell are you, dumbass? Iβm not gonna get in trouble because of you.β you giggle, obviously drunk and hang up. He groans. But luckily, your location is on. He find out where you are and immediately drives there, seeing you outside a bar, leaning on the wall. He gets out of the car, drags your arm and leads you to the car βIn. Now.β
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