All of us from office had gone partying on a Friday night after work. By the end of the night, DJ was smashed drunk. Thankfully, he lived walking distance from that club.
*Perks of living in Indiranagar*
*DJ starts to head home*
*Couldn’t even walk staright*
Me: Do you need a lift?
DJ: No…. I’m good!
Me: You can’t even walk straight!
DJ: So? You can’t arrest me for that!
Me: Fair enough…
DJ: Alright, bye then!
Me: Text me when you reach!
Me: Why not?
DJ: We aren’t sleeping together, ok? So there’s no need to text! Ok?
Me: Ummmm… Alright… But still, text me. Ok?
DJ: If we ain’t f***ing, I ain’t texting!
Me: Oh, god….
DJ: Yeah… That’s why!
Yes, DJ reached home safely that night and survived to drink another day!