You’d been at the bar with Kyle and needed to use the restroom.

“Watch my drink?” you asked, taking a quick sip.

“Of course.”

You’d been gone only five minute when Kyle had stepped away only for a moment to smoke a cigarette. He turned around just in time- to see a man dropping something in your drink.

Kyle grabbed his arm, bending it backwards, the man yelping in pain. Kyle growled in his ear,

“Wrong choice, mate.”