Go get a drink!

You are determined to try to hard liquor of the big city to see what all the older men in your village always ranted over. As you approach the barkeeper you sit. He eyes you with the same lecherous eye as so many of the other men.

"What can I do for you gorgeous?", he asks, showing a missing tooth as he grins.

"I'll have whatever you strongest stuff is", you say, trying to sound confident in this crowd of testosterone. Several men around you chuckle as look at the barkeep knowingly as he smiles.

"Strongest stuff huh? Are you sure you can handle that? Would be an awful shame if you were to not be able to make sound judgments", he says.

You roll your eyes, "I've had plenty of strong liquor before, just give me the brew", you say as you reach into your purse and plop a few copper coins down.

"I'll tell you what, this one is on me", he says as he smiles to himself and disappears into the kitchen for a while, then popping back out he sets the mug in front of you. He grins lewdly as you take a sip. You **** at the slightest sip as the brew burns your throat. Not wanting to wimp out you throw back the drink and chug it all down, tears dripping down your face as you **** it all down. Plenty of the special beer runs down your chin and splatters on your cleavage, making it all the more inviting to the men watching you. As you finish the beer and slam the mug down you **** a smile to show that your unaffected as the barkeep watches. However was sooner than it should you begin to feel your head swim.

You have had beer before and this wasn't how it should feel, making you wonder if there wasn't something else in the drink. Right as you begin to wander this your mind begins to fog. You feel your face on the bar, hearing the men around you laughing as your body goes limp. The next thing you know you feel arms picking you up and yourself being hoisted over a shoulder and being carried.