Fool me once, you get a payback.

"Beep!" The loud noise of the other car woke Jackson from his sleep. He looked on his right and saw Steven gazing at the sky.

"What are you thinking about, buddy?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes to clear it.

"Oh, you are awake?" Steven replied.

Jackson sat up, removed his seatbelt, and viewed his surroundings. "Why are we parking on the roadway and not at my home?" Jackson asked when he saw the busy streets and people.

"I was not thinking straight in the bar, but once I sat behind the wheel, and the alcohol left my system, I realized that we both look terrible. Your t-shirt looks like a rag, and your lip seems swollen from the cut you got this morning. Plus, every part of you smells like booze and blood." Steven replied as he rested his head against the car wheel and gazed at his friend.

"And whose fault is it that I look like a fiery mess?" Jackson asked.

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