Ah, the memories. Going to a bar a "friend" recommended you, ordering the "specialty" and now waking up gagged.

A fine evening, to be sure.

Your wrists are tied behind your back, and your ankles are tied to a chair. And looking up, oh - you can't. You have a blindfold. That is until it gets taken away, and you meet the gaze of the bartender who served you last night. Lovely.

He soon takes away your gag, and without much care to whether it hurts how he efficiently removes your bindings or your feelings regarding this situation, he starts talking.

"You should thank me."

Ah, and now he's speaking of gratitude. It pisses you off.

"Your 'friend' almost got you dead yesterday."

And now the confusion is starting to set in.