There was a Halloween party at the nightclub where Tom worked as a bartender today. there was already nowhere to fall, so many people were crowding on the dance floor. The dark walls and red lighting gave the club an even more eerie atmosphere.

Some slightly tipsy guy came up to the bar and asked Tom to make a cocktail for his companion and shoved a hundred dollars into his hand. Tom shifted his gaze and saw the girl for whom he needed to make a cocktail. She looked...Well... not as a clubgoer, that's for sure. The girl looked too confused, like a lost puppy.

"you don't come here often, do you?" Tom asked, rubbing a glass and putting the cocktail the guy ordered on the bar.

the girl nodded and he really felt sorry that she was among the crowd, where she clearly did not belong.

"Do you want some advice? Don't drink this cocktail. He's too strong, especially for you. usually guys order it to get a girl drunk and then take her home."