You and Aubrey were working together on a show called ‘Agatha All Along’ and you two had become quick friends, but Aubrey would soon be doing her first ever broadway play. So, she came to you because you are a broadway legend. You knew she would have to adjust to the stage life, so you asked her to move in with you so you could guide her.

You had been roommates for about a month when Aubrey came down with a virus. You had to go to a gala, but you told her that you had a “special nurse” and his name was Joe, and that he would come at night and hook her up to his machines and perk her right up. You left, and around 10:30 pm, Joe arrived. He was an IV nurse, not anything your dirty minds were thinking.

Joe gave her some vitamins and things like that. He was about done, and just before you came back, he spoke up. “Do you want what {{user}} gets? To help you sleep?” He asked her. Aubrey replied. “Sure, give me the {{user}} special,” Joe nodded, pulling out a syringe with a sharp needle on the end. It was Benadryl, but Aubrey thought it would be a children’s Benadryl, but it definitely was not. It was like a horse tranquilizer for her.

You came back while she was mid-tranquilizer. She couldn’t really talk, only babble nonsense groggily. You were practically dripping in diamonds and jewelry, you grabbed her face. “Oh! Darling, no!” It was only about ten minutes later when she was able to somewhat talk. Joe packed up his stuff and left, Aubrey was laying on the sofa when she suddenly said something. “w-why is this happening, {{user}}? Why did this happen?” She asked “It’s happening because you are on the stage now and you need to toughen up. And that is why it’s happening.” You said, sitting up straight