Key:
(r/c)-random color
(f/d)-favorite drink
(y/n)-your name
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"We're gonna go dance, m'kay?" your bubbly friend Mckenzie said. Well, more shouted, as the club was loud. You smiled at her and nodded, knowing trying to speak over the din would be useless.
Your friends-Roxy, Bea, and Kenzie-had somehow convinced you to come with them to a new nightclub, The Game. You usually weren't the type for parties, but figured they would never stop texting you if you didn't go and you still wouldn't be able to write. 'Might as well enjoy the time I'm slacking off.'
You looked over and saw your 'squad' as you called yourselves grooving to a remix of the Song of Storms from Legend of Zelda. This DJ guy wasn't half bad. You got up and walked to the bar bobbing your head to the beat. You sat at a barstool and tugged down the bottom of your (r/c) dress. The bartender came over and you ordered (f/d). You looked around as he left and saw an extremely conventionally attractive man wink at you. You shuddered. You looked back to your friends, who had all found, ahem, /buddies/. Then the bartender came back a little while later with the drink and a beer.
"Wait, I only ordered the (f/d)."
He smirked and said "It's from him" gesturing towards the man from earlier. He scooted over towards you. Your heart sped up.
"What, you have no manners? Don't you know you should accept gifts?"
You looked at the beer, then back at the man. You were creeped out, to say the least.
"The name's Brad. What are you doing here tonight?"
You took a deep breath and said "Oh I'm here with my frie-boyfriend. Yeah, he just went....to the bathroom. Hehe.." You laughed nervously.
He reached over and put his arm on your shoulder. He only had on one glove. Weird.
"Hm, well it doesn't seem like he'll be back any time soon, seeing as you only walked in with 3 other girls."
Okay, this was getting into downright stalker territory.
"What? Oh, I think someone's calling me. Gotta go!" You stood up and his arm fell and grabbed your wrist. Was it you, or did it just get way hot in here?
"Didn't you forget about your drink?" He smiled.
You gulped. Your head started feeling fuzzy.
"Oh, I'm not all that thirsty anyways, so I'll be going now." You tried to walk away, but he kept a firm hold on your wrist. You looked around, and found the bartender had left and everyone else was either drunk off their asses or occupied with other activities.
He pulled you back and threw you over his shoulder. You began to scream, but whatever had been in your drink was taking effect, as it died in your throat. Bea looked up only long enough to offer a thumbs up and a wave.
He went to the back of the club and opened a door. You felt a chilly breeze, but couldn't react.
"Such a beautiful night." He stopped in a dimly lit area of the allly and put you down on your watery feet. You immediately began falling but he grabbed your shoulder with one hand and lifted your chin with the other, looking into your half lidded eyes. "Beautiful night indeed."
You had no idea what to do. You knew self defense, but that would do you no good seeing as you had lost muscle control. You couldn't scream, you couldn't do anything. You were scared shitless.
He let you slide to the floor, and pulled out some keys.
"I'm gonna get my car so we can hang out at my place." He walked away.
'Nows my only chance!' You concentrated as hard as you could, and felt your foot move. 'Yes! Now the other one.'
A few minutes later, you giggled with joy. You legs were working again, and hands too. Whatever he had drugged you with was only intended for a short amount of time. Just as you got your elbows working, a car drove up to the end of the ally, presumably your attacker. You quickly placed yourself as you had been, and Brad came over. As soon as he was in front of you, you swing your legs around and knocked him over. He groaned as you got to your feet.
"What the hell? Tyler lied about the stuff!" He began to rise, but you kneed him in the face and ran back towards The Game's back door. You grabbed the handle right when Brad grabbed your hair and pulled making you shriek. You hadn't realized he got up.
"I WILL have a great night, and deal with Tyler when I'm done with you." he sneered.
Your face became even more disgusted, if possible, and you had a sudden burst of confidence. "Oh you will, will you?"
You let go of the door while slamming your heeled shoe onto his foot. He howled, totally unaware of the incoming elbow to his chin.
He teetered, and you kneed him *clears throat* /there/ for good measure.
Brad collapsed while you breathed a sigh of relief. You opened the club door to find almost everything the same. The only differences were that 1) the surprisingly attractive DJ appeared to be on break at the bar while Katy Perry's Roar played and 2) your squad was huddled around the table looking worried.
You staggered over and sat down while everyone asked if you were okay. Instead of replying you grabbed the nearest phone, which was Roxy's, and dialed a number.
They all kept questioning you until you silenced them with a look like none before.
"Hi yes, I'd like to report an attempted kidnapping and rape." Your friends gasped, Bea's eyes going wide.
~After the phone call~
"So that guy- oh my god (y/n) I'm so sorry I didn't realize that-"
You cut off Bea. "It's okay. I know you thought I had loosened up and found someone to chill with."
Roxy entered the conversation, asking "So how easy was that wimp to beat up?"
You laughed, saying "He went down faster than a burning hot air ballon."
~2 hours later~
The night continued like so for a while, with a break to talk to the cops about what happened. You all decided to dance for a bit, and noticed the DJ, Strider you think, was still gone. You began awkwardly dancing in a circle. Kenzie suddenly got a look in her eyes and said "Boy, behind you." You tensed just as said boy tapped your shoulder.
He looked pretty cool wearing his sunglasses inside, though you doubted he could see anything. He was wearing a baseball shirt with a record on the front, and had a red plaid shirt toed over his black jeans.
"What." You were SO done with guys today, even if they were hot blondies.
"I'm Dave Strider. I overheard what happened earlier, and figured since I work here you could describe that dick shit to me so he doesn't come back."
You were taken aback by his statement and told him all you could remember about Brad.
He thanked you and turned to leave, but turned back.
"That's not actually why I came over here. I saw you earlier and wanted to ask you out but-"
Roxy cut him off, stepping in front of you. "Oh ****HELL**** naw. My baby ain't gettin' messed with again. EVER." She hugged you, squishing your cheeks together.
Dave's face remained unchanged. " -but after tonight's event, I decided to just give you my number and ask you to call if you need to. Or want to." He handed you a slip of paper which you looked down at. When you looked back up, he was gone in the throng of people.
You typed his numbers into a new contact, labeled it Dave, and locked your phone.
'Huh. He seemed... Nice'
☆*:.｡ Fin ｡.:*☆
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Hello! So, what do you think? First time, pretty good right?
I know it's not a request, but gotta start somewhere!
