Robert and Darryl were outside of the bar, inside the black 1968 Charger who's engine was rumbling idly. They were both gazing at the girl who did just not seem to wake up. Darryl placed his blue baseball cap back on his head after he scratched it for a few seconds. "Come on man, we can't keep her forever here! We gotta call the...." Darryl was interrupted by Robert who waved his left hand in front of Darryl's face, signaling him to shut up, because the girl was finally waking up. At first she was a little scared but she calmed down and asked the two men who are they.
"Hello! My name's Robert and this is my buddy Darryl. You don't have to be afraid of us. We're not gona hurt you." Said Robert, who was with his body turned at the girl and hugging the driver seat he was on. "Yeah, my buddy here found you in the bathroom all passed out and shit and decided to play the good samaritan role and brought you here." Continued Darryl, who moistured his lips with his tongue after speaking. "I tried to wake you up in the bathroom but I failed. Are you OK? Because you don't look so good. Is there something we can do for you? It dosen't matter, just name it." Asked Robert.