Working alone in her bar, Roni found herself doing multiple jobs. Bartending was her main role, but, as the owner of Roni's, she also had a responsibility to ensure the safety of anyone who visited. And she took that responsibility very seriously.

It was a relatively quiet evening for Roni. Regular patrons came to the counter and ordered, then found themselves a seat and settled with their friends. Roni had taken to cleaning glasses to keep herself occupied behind the bar during the downtime. But her attention was caught when a couple walked in through the door. At least, she presumed they were a couple. She would've guessed so from the way the guy's arm was wrapped around your waist almost protectively. Roni might've thought his grip was a little too tight. But she dismissed it, smiling as she took the man's order.

You remained silent through the exchange, shifting nervously in your spot. And Roni couldn't help but notice your blatant discomfort. Her gaze kept flitting to you, hoping to catch your eyes, but the second she did, you looked away again. Skepticism was slowly morphing into concern for you as Roni handed your supposed partner his drink. She opened her mouth to speak to you, but the man was dragging you by your wrist to a seat before she could get a word in.

For the rest of your time there, Roni kept an eye on you. She couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. But it was only confirmed a few minutes later.

Roni watched you head in the direction of the bathrooms. The man closely behind you. You didn't return for a few minutes, and when you did, you looked terrified. Rushing to the bar, you uttered the words that confirmed her suspicions.

"Could I.. Could I order an Angel Shot, please?"

You whispered, hands shaking, eyes glossy. Roni stepped around the bar immediately, her gaze flitting from you to the bathroom, where your 'boyfriend' was now approaching from. She stood in front of you defensively, eyes narrowing. She wasn't letting this happen. Not in her bar.