Find Nora and Catch this Predator

“Thanks for the offer, man, but I’m going to try my luck the regular way,” you say, giving him a pat on the back.

Calling him out alone here at the side of the bar isn’t going to do you any good. You need to find somebody who will help you shut down this asshole before he can do any real damage. And who better for that than Nora?

You cast your gaze over to the bar, wondering if Nora might be posted up there, but then you catch her dancing across the dance floor, having the time of her life. The gorgeous redhead is rocking an air-guitar to rival Hot Lixx Hulahan, jamming out and belting out lyrics so loud that you can hear it from your place at the side. She’s got an air-drummer and air-bassist accompanying her, the three of them putting on a raucous show as she swings by the other dancers, playing impossibly technical riffs with all of a rockstar’s bravado. As she struts down the dance floor, you find yourself wondering how you can possibly get her attention without alerting the whole bar—and the dealer, by extension.

It turns out that you had nothing to worry about. A moment later, she inexplicably breaks away from the dance floor, crossing over to the bar to pick up a drink for herself.

“I’ve been expecting you,” she says, taking a big swig straight out of a bottle of Fireball.

You stare at her, partially from her words, but mostly at the bottle in her hand. It’s already halfway empty.

“You drank… all of that… in a minute?” you say.

“Ugh, you’re supposed to be impressed by my powers of foreknowledge, not my unusual tolerance for liquor,” she says. “I knew you were coming.”

“Yeah, but, that much ****… how are you still standing?” you sputter.

Nora responds by tossing her head back, red curls flying, and she begins to chug from the bottle like it’s spring water after a marathon. A second later, she wipes her lips and sets the empty bottle down on the counter.

“I’m a special girl,” she laughs, helping you close your gaping mouth with a finger on your chin. “But let’s not talk about me. Let’s talk about your problem.”

“My problem?” you ask. “Oh. Yeah. Uh…”

“Nasty piece of work, isn’t he?” she says.

“You know him?” you reply, confused. Why hasn’t she done anything? Or is she just drunk and rambling?

“Tell me about it,” Nora says, poking your arm. “Something tells me we haven’t got all day.”

“Oh. Right. See that guy in black at the side?” you say, covertly pointing to him. “He just… tried to sell me roofies.”

“Shit,” Nora says, giving the bar a little kick as she swears. “You want me to deal with him?”

“I didn’t think I could take him out alone…” you start saying.

“Yeah, yeah, Ms. Nora has to come in to save the day again,” she says with an affected sigh. She slips out of her chair and begins stalking towards the dealer.

“But wait, hold up,” you say, following after her. “What’s the plan? What are we going to do?”

“Let me take care of those details,” she says, waving a hand at you. “You already made the right choice, not taking his ****—” she pauses, giving you a hard look “—you didn’t buy from him, did you?”

You hurriedly shake your head, saying: “I wouldn’t dream of it!”

“Okay, well, just kick back, relax, and be ready to collect your reward in a second,” she says, giving you a bright smile. It is mildly unnerving.

The dealer’s head snaps up as Nora approaches him.

“Heya! You’re the guy with the roofies right?” she says.

“Uh… what the fuck?” he says. “Why would I have anything like that?”

“Don’t be silly, just hand it over,” Nora says, sidling up close to him.

“Look, you must have the wrong guy or something, ‘cause I don’t fucking know what you’re talking about…”

Nora smacks his ass, and a second later, there’s a baggie full of roofies in her hand.

“Hmm… this looks like the thing,” she says, giving it a curious look.

The dealer pats his jacket pockets, and his face blanches.

“How the fuck did you get it from there?” he mutters, backing away from Nora.

She gives him that same unnerving smile she gave you, but like, ten times worse.

“I’m a magician,” she says, snapping her fingers. “Got lotsa cool tricks up my sleeve, you don’t even want to know. Okay. Next thing. Tell me who you sold the **** to.”

“Nobody!” he blurts out, panicking now. “I wasn’t even planning to use these today…”

“That’s a lie,” she says. She peers closely at him, and snaps her fingers again. “His name’s Isaac.”

“Huh?” the dealer said.

“That guy,” Nora says, pointing behind her without looking. A guy in a weirdly green shirt happens to be walking by just then, and he stops, startled by the finger.

“Fucking hell, how did you know?” the dealer says, eyes widening. Nora grabs the dealer by the collar.

“I told ya’, you don’t want to know.”

The guy in the green shirt is doing his best to slink away, but Nora reaches out and grabs his arm, catching him effortlessly.

“Yeah, and don’t you try getting away either,” Nora says. “You’re both terrible bastards, and you’re getting kicked out from the club.”

Isaac tries to wrench himself away from her, muttering: “What kind of crazy bitch are you?”

“Alex, a bit of help?” Nora calls out.

You appear then, ready to restrain Isaac.

“Thank you very much,” she says. “Now, let’s eject these sickos from the premises.”

So, you do so, and then add their names to the ChiO blacklist so that they never attend another ChiO event again.

“Well, that’s that,” Nora says, dusting off her hands. She turns to give you a smile. “Now we can have some fun!”

You, still with very many questions about what just happened, dumbly nod and follow her out the bar.

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