Scotch on the rocks; sharp but cool.

Standing only a few feet from the jock and the pink dressed blonde you light a cigarette with a match. The crack of the match and the smell of tobacco immediatly draws their attention.

“Cindy looks a little worse for wear” you say casually putting out the match with a quick shake of your wrist. “I’ll help you with the chick. I know a good one-night crash house she can sleep it off.”

“We have it covered thanks.” Sam says with a surly look.

“Nah.” you say taking a drag and stepping forward. “I don’t think you do pal. I am taking her back with me.”

“Let’s get out of here” whines the blonde taking Sam’s broad arm.

“Shut up Mandy. I’ve got this” Sam growls shaking the blonde off, although she stays close to him. “What’s it got to do with you dick head?”

“Let’s just call it being a good citizen” you say.

“Fuck you” sneers Sam.

“That’s what you have in mind for her right?” you nod towards Cindy completely passed out in the car. “Except I bet no matter what you have planned, whatever GAME you think you’re going to win, a tox report would reveal something in her blood right. You don’t seem like a sharp tack that would use magic for that kind of thing.”

Sam looks pissed at that and takes another step forward. Your heart starts racing. You’ve been in a few scraps in your time but this guy is stacked and has at least a couple of inches on you.

Ignoring your nerves, you continue the ‘cool stranger’ pitch. You never know, you still might make them backdown.

“How about you call it an evening and hand over Cindy before you do something that a GAME won’t fix.”

“This loser is messing up the plan Sam!” Mandy whines.

“Plans are like clitorises sugar-tits” you reply “Every cunt’s got one.”

Sam says nothing but is pale with fury and squares up to you.