“The police are coming.” , [TEXT]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive.
“The police are coming.”
“Seriously? How lame.” Malia sighs and looks around at the throngs of people partying in the beach house’s living room. “This was just getting good.” Suddenly, she gets an idea and turns around to face her sister, a smile growing over her face. “Vienna, can you charmspeak or do we need to get out of this the old fashioned way?”
[TEXT]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive.
[text]: yessss and then we’re gonna have some fun together 😘[text]: wanna explore the city until the sun comes up? 🌇











