Save Her

Adolf decides to make his move and jumps up onto Alison’s back. Suddenly aware of her predicament she screams for help but you’re already there. You grab Adolf by the collar and pull him back just in time.

It is fair to say that Adolf is pissed at you. You hang on to his collar for dear life, knowing that if he gets free he’s going to go for your jugular. After a prolonged struggle you manage to lock him in the adjoining room, where he proceeds to fuck the shit out of an ottoman (that’s a footstool, not some Turkish guy lurking in there.)

Alison straightens herself up, eyes downcast and clearly embarrassed. “Thanks Tom, that could have turned… nasty,” she says meekly.

“No problem, Ms Brie” you reply. There’s an awkward silence.

“You could have pulled him off a bit earlier though.”

“Yeah. Sorry. Do you have any other problems with the script?”

Alison says nothing, just gives you a look. A pretty unambiguous look.

You leave.