Tiffany left the party and stumbled into a cab right outside. She drunkenly gave the driver her address and started singing loudly in an off-tune voice.
The driver had driven drunks like her before and he knew what the big risk was here, "No throwing up in my back seat, you hear me?"
Tiffany waved him off and went back to loudly singing and talking on her phone.
The driver had dealt with many entitled rich people in his cab, but somehow she pushed him over the edge. He knew that she was drunk enough that he could get away with what he wanted with her. He also was sick of the comparison between her fun life where she got to go to parties and his where he had to work two jobs just to afford rent and couldn't afford to get his wife nice things. He had an idea about what he was going to do.
He saw that she was not paying any attention, so he pulled into the back of a parking lot of an abandoned warehouse. He took out the pistol that he kept for self defense and turned around with it.
"Okay lady, hands up!"
Tiffany was shocked to see a gun pointed in her face. She sobered up quickly and dropped her phone. She pleaded, "Please don't hurt me and please just take me home."
He said, "I can do that, but there's going to be a big price. I want that stupid phone of yours and your purse and your valuables!"
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