After some time, he decided to leave for a new job. On his last day, a bunch of us went out to celebrate with him. The night went on, and the rest of our coworkers headed home, so it was just him and me left. We tried our luck meeting some women at the bar, but no dice.
Eventually the conversation got to how we weren’t going home with anyone for an 'adult slumber party.' He kept saying how it would’ve been the cherry on top of his perfect last day.' We decided to call it a night but were too buzzed to drive home, so we hung out in his car until we sobered up. 'I felt for the guy, and he was my best friend at the time, so I offered to take care of him for the night.