Drink with him

You pick up the glass he offered you, and down the contents in one gulp.

"Ahhh!" you gasp. "I really needed that, to take the edge off that bitch. Thanks!"

"Heh." He stands up. You notice he's looking a little nervous now. How cute! "Well, how about we get outta here, so we can take off a little more than just that?"

"Mmm, I like the way you think," you purr. You stand up... and immediately lose your balance! You tumble into him, but he catches you, and stands firm.

"Whoa, you okay there?"

"Uh, fine, I think. Thanks." You chuckle. "Guess I've just had a bit too much..."

Though it's odd. You could swear your tolerance was usually higher than this. Right? Ugh, why is it getting so diificult to think...?

He stoops down, and puts your arm around his shoulder, letting you lean on him for support. "C'mon. We just gotta make it back to my car."

You start walking with him, though it's more like he's dragging you along with how uncooperative your legs are being. Why are you like this? You were fine before you had that drink that...

...that he gave you.

This is a set-up!

A burst of adrenaline grants you a few seconds, but you now realise that that's probably all you have before you pass out. And once you're out...

You can't think about that. You don't have the time! You're almost at the door, and your body isn't responding to you. This must look sketchy! Why isn't anyone stopping him?!