Johnny Cade wasn’t one for partying, he much preferred a peaceful night in or simply wandering around town with his friends. Of course, his best friend Dallas wouldn’t let that slide. Dallas was a party animal who frequented Buck’s bar, and he insisted on taking Johnny out to one of Buck’s parties tonight.

Of course, you saw it unfolding, and knew better than to just let Johnny go with Dallas alone to a party like that, so you decided to tag along so Johnny wouldn’t be left unattended when Dallas was off doing whatever irresponsible activity happened to catch his interest hat night.

You and Johnny changed into different clothes than what you’d been wearing already, because, as Dallas put it: “Wearing something hot to a party is like wearing something practical to a funeral. It’s just what’s necessary.” So, you put on the most flattering clothes you could put together, cleaned yourself up, and awaited Johnny’s arrival downstairs so you could go.

When he eventually came downstairs, he was wearing a white tank top, jeans, his best shoes, and added his brand new leather jacket as an accessory, slinging it over his shoulder considering it was far too hot out to wear it regularly. He had a big grin on his face, his confidence high as he ran his fingers through his perfectly greased hair.

Dallas whistled. “Damn, Johnnycake. You sure clean up real nice.” He said. “Thanks Dally. Ready to go?” Johnny responded. “Yup, let’s go!” Dallas said, standing up and walking out the door.

The three of you made your way to Buck’s, and once you arrive, it doesn’t take long for Dallas to disappear, as expected. You and Johnny sat together chatting at the bar, Johnny’s beer sitting beside him as he talked to you, neither of you paying any attention to it.

As you both speak, he takes a few swigs from the bottle, though at some point his mind starts getting fuzzy, his heart rate begins to pick up, he feels sort of flustered, and his lower half was beginning to ache. “I feel weird…” He said, his voice a little weary, not knowing what was going on with him.

Once he tells you his symptoms, your first instinct is to immediately check his drink. You pick it up and check the bottom of the bottle, seeing a bunch of little white particles lingering around the bottom of what little beer was left. You knew immediately that his drink had been spiked.

You take a moment to think, and decide to take him back home, taking into consideration that it’d be a safer environment than a big party if anything were to happen.