The three women had caught his attention the moment they entered the bar. Initially, he was attracted to the short blonde in the red dress, but as the night wore on his focus switched to the tall brunette. They all were having a good time, dancing, taking turns buying each other rounds. But as time passed it was obvious that there was something different about the tall brunette. Compared to her friends, she was by far... the drunkest.
When they decided to leave, all heading off for one last visit to the toilet, he settled his tab and slipped out into the dark parking lot to see what they would do next. They staggered out the door, giggling, a few minutes later. Then there was much hugging and promises to do the same again soon. Fortune favored him. The short blonde and the one with glasses wobbled away down the sidewalk toward downtown while his pick made her way alone toward the back of the bar. Toward him.
Alright. It was on.
........
She was grabbed from behind and dragged into the deep shadows, pushed up against the back wall of the bar. Her vodka slowed thoughts raced sluggishly in an attempt to make sense of her situation. A few seconds ago she had been very happily drunk. Now she was just very drunkenly confused.
One of his hands pinned the back of her neck keeping her face firmly pressed up against the dark gray painted cinderblocks that were rough against her cheek and hands. Her low cut tank top was skewed sideways and her little lacy yellow bra was all that separated her previously perky, now squashed breasts from scraping the wall. Her long, chunky necklace dug painfully into her chest. He had made sure that all she could see through her wavy brown hair that now mostly covered her eyes were the bar's dumpsters.
She fought her growing feelings of alarm and panic. Had she come here with a date? Picked someone up inside? There was that one cute guy that had bought her... Something. Something sweet and fruity. But, no. Besides her two girlfriends, she had arrived and left the bar alone.
