First message
Eliot called you up out of the blue and asked you to come pick him up. He gave you an address and you headed right over. You arrive and it’s a nice hotel. You look back at your texts and Eliot gave you the room number, too. You knock. Come in. His voice sounds slurred. You walk in and see him reclined in bed. There are candles lit around the room and an empty wine bottle on the bedside table. Ugh. Don’t look at me like that. Just help me get home.