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“That's me, the highest sales in the division.” said some guy sitting next to me in the bar. I took another sip of my drink. This guy is such a creep.
“Then in the morning, I'm flying back to Omaha.”
“That's great” I say, rolling my eyes and not even trying to mask my boredom.
Someone bumps me from behind, and they apologize quickly as I glare in their direction. Fucking drunks. I turn back around to see Creep slip a white pill into a nearby drink. He didn't seem to notice my act as a witness, as a minute later he meets my eyes and offers the damn thing to me.
“Here darlin, have another drink on me.” I resist the urge to gag.
“Yeah, no thanks dude, I've got my own.” Creep sighs, and I can't help but smirk. I wouldn't have taken the drink even if I hadn't know about the spike. He takes a sip from his own drink, and looks around the bar. Probably for an easier target. My suspicions are confirmed as his eyes land on some adorable lookin kid, might have just turned 21, and he smiles to himself.
“Don't get involved” I murmur under my breath.
He gets up and walks up to the kid. They chat for a bit, the fuckin kid is lapping up whatever Creep is telling them. Then he offers the drink, and the kid drinks it all in one go. Its obvious the kid has never had alcohol before, as they almost cough it up after swallowing. Goddammit this kid doesn't have a chance. Fuck my life.
The kid then leaves the bar and Creep follows after. I roll my eyes and finish my drink.
“What the fuck am I doing?” I ask myself as I get up to follow.
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“Thanks for the drink, but I have to go.” Frisk said, politely dismissing themselves.
“Is that so?” Frisk heard the man mumble as they walked away. Turning back they smiled and waved in confirmation and promptly left the bar, and to the elevator that leads to the parking garage. Pushing the button, they stepped back and waited. A brief wave of dizziness hit but Frisk quickly shrugged it off. They heard footsteps behind them and saw the stranger following quickly. The look on the strangers face made them immediately uncomfortable, and they turned away, facing the elevator doors once more.
“Aww, come on sweetheart. You can't get rid of me that easily.” He said, leaning against a nearby wall.
“Any inside tips?” Frisk quipped in vain, nervously shifting on their feet. The man simply laughed.
“Hey, where ya headin' to? Any good parties? Cause, I have a few hours I would just love to kill.” He said, getting closer to Frisk, past the point of the personal bubble.
“No thanks.” Frisk said simply, stepping away and silently praying the elevator would come soon. The man ignored them and began breathing down their neck.
“Quit it.” Frisk said through their teeth, pushing him away.
The elevator thankfully 'dinged' and Frisk hurried inside, inwardly cursing as the man followed them inside.
“You sure are a gorgeous young woman aren't ya?”He said as the doors closed, and he began to come close again.
“Back off!” Frisk said, pushing away once more. “And I am not a girl.”
“Well then call me gay because you are quite the pretty. Little. Thing." He said, getting too close once again.
Frisk moved to the corner of the elevator trying to get as far away from the man as possible. Then their vision swam and they fell heavily onto the wall of the elevator.
“Whoa, why am I-. What did you put in my drink?” Frisk accused, fear rising within them, the wall of the elevator keeping them from falling.
“Oh, just a little something to make you a bit more agreeable.” He said, a sleazy grin on his face. Frisk rested their head on the wall they were leaning on, cursing mentally as the man began to grab at their hips. The attempt to push away was less effective due to their drugged movements.
“Come one baby, just a little kiss” He said, holding them up by their upper arms and getting in their face.
“Get off me creep!” Frisk slurred, pushing away and hitting the opposite wall, heart racing and vision fading. Then the elevator doors opened, the man quickly stood on the other side of the elevator, and someone else entered. They pushed a button, and turned to Frisk.
“You good? “ They say as if they had better things to do.
“Y-yeah, m'good.” Frisk slurred, giving a half-hearted thumbs up before slumping over, and sliding to the floor.
“You are very naughty.” The newcomer said, facing the man, chuckling and seductively playing with the mans shirt.
“You left me without saying good bye.” They said pulling him closer.
“Don't you know when someone is playing hard to get?”
Meanwhile Frisk had fumbled out their phone to get the guy on camera, and began filming instead of taking a photo.
“Tell you what, to make it up to me, you give me your soul and show me a good time.” The newcomer continued, bringing their face an inch from the man's. He grinned and went for the kiss.
The last thing Frisk saw before they blacked out was a small glowing heart being sucked from the man's throat, and entering the mouth of the newcomer, their phone ending the recording as its battery died.