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Elaine

An hour later, I found myself downing what had to be my fifteenth shot while nodding along to whatever the gorgeous bartender was saying. I didn't know how to stop drinking, because it was light, yet heavy on the inside, which was exactly what I needed. But also, that meant I had to find another alternative since it was becoming glaring that I couldn't drive myself home tonight. I couldn't count on boarding a cab in case the driver got any ideas and decided to rape me. Trust me, I'd been in such situation before.

The sexy music became louder and I pushed away from the bar, my shot in hand, joining the horde of sweaty, gyrating bodies on the dance floor. I staggered from side to side, not really getting the dance steps right but moving anyway. After a few minutes, the bartender tapped my shoulder and I turned, groaning when he extended a tray with yet another shot. “Care for some?” he laughed.

I belched shamelessly, placing the empty glass I was holding and wrenching the filled