She now had a dilemma. She was drunk. She had just started college. She was thanking God she was out of her own personal bondage called her parents' house. She called that house home. But she didn't know what to call it now. Tipsy, she sipped from the foam from the head. She was in San Antonio now, missing home just a bit. Her best friend came out to her as a lesbian recently. She missed her especially. She looked out into the distance. She looked at her phone and said simply:
"Some things are better left unsaid."
She had a dilemma as she sat there at the bar drunk. But she was young. She felt a liberation of sorts. She was looking forward to a new start in a new city. She forced a grin in this situation as the bartender passed by. She was not about to let this situation turn shitty.
She had a dilemma. She was drunk. She was inexperienced. She knew how to handle her liquor, but she took another strong one.
"From the gentlemen down there," the bartender said.
She looked back, shrugged, then right before the drink hit her tongue...
"Hey. Um... Look, I'm going to cut the bullshit."
She tilted her head at the bartender. She looked at the woman's face. She was a pretty woman who was very busty with nice skin and a number of tattoos on her arms. Her cleavage showed generously as well. Her eyes went to them. She didn't know why.
"I saw those dudes over there try to roofie that shit. Fucking frat boy rookies." The bartender said. She said nothing in response. She just looked at her inquisitively.
"You're drunk. Just look at them." The frat boys looked at them with a perverted look in their eyes.
