As she sat there, idly stirring her Moscow Mule, Octavia tried not to look too nervous while the music blared in the background. Inside, she was a mess. She struggled not to think about not just being raped in her own bed the night before, but she also tried hard not to think about what poor Christine was going through right now. While she was sitting here sipping her drink, her roommate was bound up on the cold floor of that van. For the tenth time since her rapist had dropped her off in the parking lot she thought about calling the police, but immediately pushed it back down. The last thing that monster had told her was that if he even suspected that she'd called the police then no one would ever see her friend again.
Octavia didn't know if that meant she'd end up dead in a shallow grave or if she'd disappear into some basement to spend the rest of her life being tormented by his darkest fantasies. She didn't even know which one of those two outcomes could be considered worse. All that she knew was that he had a hostage that she really cared about, and she would do whatever she had to do to see her get out of this unscathed - well as undamaged as possible at least. Neither of them would ever be unscathed again after what he'd done, Octavia thought, when suddenly she was interrupted by a woman that sat down at the bar next to her breaking her train of thought.
"You're way too pretty to have a look like that on your face" the stranger said with a smile. "How many more of those do I have to buy to make you smile sweetie?"
Octavia's smile was wan and brief as she looked at the woman hitting on her, but her mind was still on tonight's ordeal. The deal she'd made with her rapist was simple. A pussy for a pussy. She could let him fuck her roommate, or she could bring back some stranger instead. The idea of being complicit in something so terrible made her sick, but it was still better than watching him rape Christine in front of her while he told her how it was all Octavia's fault.
Octavia swallowed hard and looked at the newcomer. The woman had close cropped hair, heavy breasts, and compact build. She was definitely Octavia's type normally, but her tormentor had been very specific. He wanted her to bring a pretty lipstick lesbian back to the seedy hotel room before midnight, or he was gone, and with him Christine. A butch girl or a bull dyke just wasn't going to cut it.
"Is it that obvious?" she asked noncommittally, as she took a drink "I'm just waiting for a friend and then I'll cheer right up." If she was really going to do this, Octavia was going to have to be pretty wasted. She spent the next few minutes tuning out the answers of the woman who was trying to hit on her while she scanned the bar and dance floor without luck. Everyone that was pretty enough to be a possible candidate was obviously here with someone else, which was lucky for them both, Octavia thought wryly.
The first hour she was at the bar blurred together in a series of drinks and unsuitable candidates. Three drinks in she started to dance, not just in the hopes of lurring some appropriate prey with her own sinuous curves though. She did it just to ignore how terrible all of this made her feel. The drinks had taken the edge off, but they couldn't blot out the dark reality. Whichever woman she took back to the room to take Christine's place was going to have her life ruined. Just because she thought Octavia was pretty enough for a one night stand...
It was enough to make Octavia tear up, and she suddenly left the floor, and went to the bathroom for a moment of privacy. In the stall she tried to hold back the tears, but when she couldn't do that she at least tried not to ruin her eye makeup. She failed on both accounts. Octavia had a good long sob and might have continued for a while if a head hadn't popped over the divider between the stalls and handed her down a handful of tissues.
"Thanks," she mumbled, too embarrassed about being seen like this to react to how weird it was that a stranger had invaded her personal space.
"It's fine," the other woman reassured her, "Whoever she is - she's not worth it girl."
"Oh - it's not that," Octavia said, trying to correct the misunderstanding, "It's just a really tough couple of days, that's all."
"Well how about you show those tough couple of days what they're missing out on and give them something to be jealous about instead," the asian woman said, jumping down from the toilet and leaving the stall. Octavia turned around and joined her. "You can call me Min," she added casually, as she led the way out of the bathroom and back to the dance floor.
Octavia followed Min, and eventually gave her the fake name she was using tonight, but inside her internal monologue was still racing. This little asian lesbian was everything that she'd been hoping to find to make sure that Christine went free, but that just made it worse. The good samaritan that went out of her way to cheer her up had just volunteered to be the sacrificial lamb in tonight's activities whether she knew it or not.
For the next hour Min did everything possible to make Octavia smile, and she was more than a little successful. At first she tried to push the girl away and find someone she liked less, but Min would not be denied. She'd obviously decided that Octavia needed a rebound, and that rebound was going to be her. So a little drinking led to a little shit talking about a fake ex because Octavia couldn't exactly talk about why she was really upset. She couldn't tell this bright eyed college girl that she'd been raped last night, and that she'd entered into a devil's bargin with her rapist for the sake of her friend to find his next victim... All she could do was tell old stories about her ex's and try to scare Min off. It didn't work though, and those stories lead to nothing but flirting as the young vixen eye fucked her and made it very clear that she wanted to get into her pants.
"So did you want to get high before or after I take your clothes off," Min asked eventually, smiling wickedly as she held Octavia's gaze and gauged her reaction.
"My clothes?" Octavia pretended to be scandalized, "but I barely even know you."
"You'd know me a lot quicker if you took one of these," Min said, sliding a small baggie with a couple pills onto the table.
