More info confuses the situation more

A quick series of text messages add to the confusion. The first is from the large Italian man, who you now know is named Michael. He says he saw you walking around outside looking lost and cute and wondered if you needed help, or a ride.

The next is from David, the Australian, it is a quick video of him at another bar that is apparently open all night, he says there is another costume contest, and that you should enter. GPS coordinates follow, it’s about a quarter of a mile away.

Next is the two Overwatch girls, Sarah and Niki, they say they have decided they are to drunk to drive and have gotten a room a couple of hundred yards away and ask you to join them.

Last is a text from a contact that just asks if you are having fun, it is from an entry named, Mom. You can’t help but stare at it, as the picture attached to the contact is what you are pretty sure is a rather attractive Chinese woman in her thirties, no way she is older than that. “What the fuck?” You say, barely audible.