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(Not So) Good Samaritans

Two men warm a girl who’s date is trying to drug her, only to use her for themselves after she passes out.

Mike was sitting at the bar with his friend Dave. Both men were 24 and unspectacular in appearance, not unattractive, but neither had the features that made them stand out to the ladies. Mike was 5’11”, lanky, with dirty blond hair. Dave was 6’, average build, and brown hair. The two buddies were chatting idly while surveying the room. It wasn’t very busy tonight, Cassandra was working behind the bar, the guys came by the bar so often they were officially acquaintances with Cassandra now.

At the other end of the bar was a couple who were clearly on a first date. He looked like he was coming on strong and often leaning too close, she was try me to be polite but her smile became less genuine as the minutes progressed. Cassandra had just brought them another round and now he was making hand gestures for her to drink her drink. But before that, Mike noticed something.

“Hey Cassandra “ Mike called the bartender over. He motioned for her to lean closer.

“What is it?” Cassandra asked.

“I think that guy might have slipped something in that girl’s drink” Mike said seriously.

Cassandra looked over. She had heard snippets of the couple conversations that night and the guy did seem like a big douche bag . “Shit…”

She crossed the bar again, flashed a fake apologetic smile, and reached for the girl’s drink. “I’m so sorry, I messed up your order. Let me get you a new one”

“Oh, I couldn’t taste anything different” the girl replied. Her name was Sarah and she’d been drink vodka sodas all night.

“I insist. Let me get you a new one” Cassandra took the drink and shot daggers with her eyes at douchbag.

He must have guessed she was onto him. He excused himself.

Cassandra brought a new drink back to Sarah. “I don’t know what your deal is with that guy, but I think he was trying to put something in your drink”

“Fuck” Sarah cursed. “We have no deal. That’s what I get for being bored and going on Tinder. Thanks for warning me”

Mike and Dave watched Sarah downed her drink in one long gulp and grabbed her purse to leave. Sarah was 27, 5’5” with shiny brown hair down to her shoulders. People described her as slim but she thought she was rather top-heavy, with boobs that barely fit into a double D bra.

Cassandra walked back over to the guys “Thanks Mike. I’m gonna tell the manager not to let that creep back in here. Can I get you another round?”

Mike put an extra tip on the bar for Cassandra and shook his head. “No thanks, I gotta get up in the morning.”

Dave reluctantly stood as well “I supposed I should go as well”

They said their goodbyes and the guys also headed for the exit.

Sarah yawned as she turned the corner to go to the subway station. She couldn’t believe her terrible luck with guys as of late. She’d been dating her ex for 4 months before she realized he was actually married, and from then it’d just been a string of losers capped off by this creep tonight, who almost managed to drug her. Good thing she’d only taken one sip of that drink. She yawned again, it’d been a long day and she’d probably drank more than she should have. Her head was feeling a little thick, good thing she left when she did, she still had a long way to go to get home.

Mike and Dave decided to take the subway and as they made their way to the station they noticed the girl from the bar was in front of them. She looked like she was maybe a year or two older than them, and quite attractive by their standard. She was wearing one of those fashion jackets that looked like a zip up varsity jacket but made of a thin silk fabric, and a flared skirt that reached about mid-thigh. You could see a little more than mid-thigh when she walked and the breeze caught the skirt . She had slender hips and seemed skinny overall but it was hard to tell how big her chest was because of the shape of her jacket.

The subway arrived just as Sarah reached the platform. She was glad she didn’t have to wait, the fatigue had hit her pretty quick, she couldn’t wait to get home to bed. She stepped onto the last subway car, despite the late hour it was still quite packed. This station was four stops away from Central Rail Station which ran regional trains 24hours so people were always travelling there.

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