A seedy tavern

You see the run down exterior of a tavern well in disrepair. Yet you hear the commotion one would expect to hear from a tavern. To the left of the tavern, you notice a passed out drunk. He'd make a perfect incubator, and if he went missing, you doubt he'd raise a high profile. You walk over to the man, jostling his shoulder. His groans and speaks in a slurred voice, "Whascha need hhlad?"

You feign a panicked tone, "Sir, my family needs help! Please hurry!" This seems to wake the man enough to stumble after you as you lead him to the alleyway. "This way!" You holler in a pleading tone. As he turns the third corner, you stab him with your stinger. He shakes as he falls to his knees, before collapsing on the ground. It'll be hell to drag his body the few meters to the nest, but do you really have any other choice? At least this man is a lot lighter. You didn't realize how much weight your honey could add to a human. After some effort, you had him inside the abandoned house, aka your nest. Now, you set your eyes on your prize.