You can’t remember much from when you left the bar in a haze.

John was already skeptical about you going with your friends to the pub. Speaking from past experience, there were a lot of shady men that hung out there, always with their hoods up or wearing sunglasses, trying to make themselves look small. He reluctantly told you it was fine, after you convinced him that you wouldn’t leave your friend’s sides and you would text him when you were ready to be picked up.

The night was going fine. You already had a couple drinks, but still felt lively and energetic, ready for more. Until they opened karaoke, and you left your drink unattended while you sang with a friend, and the group wasn’t focused on watching your drink for you.

Unfortunately, that’s when one of those shady men took his opportunity to slip some white powder in your drink. He was stealthy about it, too. He poured the drug in and stirred it up, quickly retreating to sit down at another table, watching you from afar.

As the night progressed, you started to feel the side effects from the drink. You felt more relaxed than normal, but it grew worse. Much worse. Hazy vision, ringing ears, the whole package. You couldn’t really think much when the man offered to walk you “home.”

When you tried to remember the events, you could only see a dark haze as you lay in an alley, completely stoned and unable to stand. Fortunately for you, John had tracked your phone since it was past midnight and the pub was for sure closed.

When he saw you in your state, he immediately put two and two together and knelt down. “Hey, love..come on, I need you to listen to me. You were roofied, okay? I’m taking you home..” He gently assured you, slightly panicked as he held you close to his chest.