A drunken arrival, and a good friend

Sally was completely drunk. Fran bit her lip, staring at her best friend who currently made out with three different guys. All of whom we're trying to work her into the bathroom. Fran doubted she'd even remember this in the morning.

Even more reason to step in now before she went further than she'd ever be okay with. Fran slammed her water against the table and marched into the small crowd of lust filled men. Sally's eyes were glazed over. Fran grabbed her arm.

"Okay, Sally, time to go."

One of the men grabbed Fran's arm. "Hey! Leave it be, unless you wanna join in."

One of the others laughed, "I could go for a double right now, yeah."

The remaining man grabbed at his hardening cock through his pants, growling at the red head who had tried to take Sally from them. Fan tugged again, only to be shoved away by the first man. Fuck this.

She reached into her purse and grabbed a stun gun, pressing it into the first guy's side and pressing the button hard. A loud crackle hit the air, and even the music stopped as he hit the ground groaning. The second guy grabbed her neck and snarled. "Fuckin' bitch!", he screamed. His hand began to tighten against her throat.

One of the employees, a black man who looked close to seven feet tall and built like a mountain, had him in a **** hold before Fran could register he'd even been there. "That's no way to treat a lady, is it?", he grunted out with sarcasm. The bartender was on the phone. Time to go.

Fran grabbed Sally off of the floor. Guy number three must have had a similar idea, because he was already leaving. The man who'd saved Fran called after her. "Don't know where creep number three went, but don't go home! He might be followin' you out there!"

Shit, he's right. Where could they even go?

Only one idea. Fran grabbed Sally's phone from her pocket after dumping her into the passenger seat. Organized as ever, she thought with gratitude. James's contact info had an address. He had to at least have a gun or something, right? Even if he didn't, it meant support. She drove carefully, paranoid about being followed. When she made it to the house the address belonged to, she grabbed Sally and put her shoulder under her friend's chest to carry her weight. It was a struggle to get to the door, and even just to knock. She wasn't quiet, though, she knew she'd wake him up.