Hey, Devyn, I saw you at the party tonight so I thought I’d ask if you could maybe give me a ride home tonight? You didn’t look like you were drinking but I just saw you and I started to not feel well so I’m hiding in the bathroom now. I understand if you don’t want to or can’t but I really don’t feel okay so if you can’t do you think you could help me find someone else to or something? Sorry I just really really want to get home and deal with whatever’s up

 Jackson: “you feelin’ lucky, punk?”