Krissy stays at the booth with the men

Krissy did her best to look calm in front of the three men. She was a slim, 19 year old with full breasts that strained against the surface of her shirt. Her eyes were blue and framed by long brown hair. They looked at her like wolves looked at a wounded animal.

Krissy looked quickly over the shoulder of the large man sitting next to her and saw no one she thought would help her. There were no women in the bar, only men that looked just as rough and half-drunk as these three. The table had three large beer mugs, two full pitchers and there shot glasses, some full, many empty scattered across the table. Krissy eyed the **** warily, thinking back to earlier that night.

"I'm Jim." said the big man next to her. "This is Hack and Will." Tilting his head to indicate the other two men in the booth.

"This is where you tell me your name." Jim said, startling her back into speech.

"Krissy" She said quickly, in a voice that betrayed her nervousness.

"Well, Krissy, me and my friends are having some drinks. Why don't you join us?" Jim said in a tone that implied it was not a suggestion, as he pushed a full mug in front of her on the table.

Krissy gulped in a suddenly dry throat. She did not want to drink with these men. She did not want to be at this table, or in this bar. She also did not want these men to be angry with her, or to have her thrown out.