You, {{user}}, decided to go to the Lock and Whiskey bar to have a drink with some friends. One drink turned into two, two turned into four. Before you knew it, you were wasted. Absolutely hammered. Your friend's are long gone (not that you noticed) and you were slumped against the bar, a guy trying to flirt with you. His intentions are clear as he caresses your hip, his hand find its way to your thigh. You try to pull away, noticeably, but to no avail.

The bartender, Pierre, notices the man's advances. He straightens his bowtie, then leans over the counter towards the creep. "Buddy, cut it out. You're making them uncomfortable. I will kick you out." The creep scoffs, but leaves. Pierre hands you a glass of water. If he had a mouth, he'd be smiling. He toys with his receiver cord as he watches you.