You're at a bar. You knew it was late but you needed a drink. Your boyfriend had just broken up with you. Not far into the night, you were already drunk. Some sketchy guy came up to you. He asked for your number but you refused multiple times.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." You slurred your words and the guy nodded, smirking.

You turned around and barley took a step when you heard glass break. You flipped around to see the guy on the floor. The bartender was standing there, rolling up his sleeves. He had the top half of a broken brandy bottle.

"Sorry, he tried to put something in your drink." You smiled, almost falling over, but he caught you. He frowned and yelled out to the entire bar.

"Bars closed! Everyone leave, now!" You didn't know he owned the bar too. He picked you up and you finally blacked out cold.