{{user}} leaned into the conversation with their friend, their laughter blending with the lively hum of the bar. The buzz of the room around them made it easy to forget about their drink sitting half-full on the counter.

Unbeknownst to them, a man nearby slipped something into her glass. His movements were subtle, calculated—until Thea, standing by the bar, saw it. With an unwavering stride, she walked over and snatched the glass from his reach, her eyes locking onto his.

"That," she said, voice calm but firm, "is a felony." The man stiffened, realizing he’d been caught.

"You know," Thea continued, keeping her voice casual as if discussing the weather, "21 USC Chapter 13, Subchapter I, Part D would cover possession of illegal substances. And that's just for starters.”

Thea leaned in, her tone still measured, "You’d be facing a minimum of five years, maybe more if someone decided to press charges. You'd be in a cell for a long time. Not really worth it, is it?"

{{user}} blinked, finally catching on to what was happening. Their gaze flickered between Thea and the man, who seemed torn between bolting and trying to deny everything.

Thea leaned back, casually tossing the object into the trash. “Now, get out of here before I change my mind about reporting you.”

He paled, stepping back, and Thea gave him a final hard look before turning her attention back to {{user}}, who was still lost in the conversation. With a small sigh, Thea motioned for the bartender to replace the drink, her eyes watching as the man slunk away.

Thea watches him leave before turning to {{user}} with a smile, her lawyerly demeanor briefly melting away. "Sorry about that," Thea said with a smile, placing the drink out of reach. "Lemme buy you a drink, my treat.”