Go After Them

It was about fifteen minutes later when I had to make a decision. The man was helping her up, pulling her off the stool, and leading her out of the bar. I either had to shit or get off the pot. I stood and tossed a twenty on the bar and headed for the door. I caught up with them as he was leading her down the hallway towards a door leading to the back parking lot.

I was shaking now. What would I say to him? What if he had a weapon? What if I was wrong? I knew I wasn't but what if she resisted and wanted to go? All this was going through my mind when I stepped up behind him and grabbed his arm.

"HEY!" I SHOUTED. "I SAW WHAT YOU DID. NOW LET HER GO?" I said with a lot more bravado than I felt.

The man who was a lot shorter than I was, probably only about 5'8" and maybe 160 lbs. He turned to me obviously very surprised.

"W-What the fuck. I didn't do anything." He stuttered.

"I saw you slip something in her drink. Unless you want me to call the cops, let her go and leave." This time I spoke in a more normal voice but still forcefully. The man looked at me as I stood tall and balled my hands into fists. He continued to stare at me and finally let go of her arm and stepped back.