You watch. It's not a good night for Amber.

You take a turn around the block, then pull up into the shadow of a building where you have a clear view of the parking lot. You can see Amber still bound to the door handle of the truck, trying to get to her feet but slumping back hopelessly. She's clearly drunk, you smile to yourself, pleased at how well things are working out.

You've only been watching about ten minutes when three men come out of the bar, laughing and patting each other on the back. You run your window down, and hear them saying boozy good nights as they shamble towards the parking lot. One of them, a heavy set man with a heavy beer belly, heads towards the pickup truck where Amber is still secured, suddenly stopping as he sees her. For a moment he doesn't move, just stands staring at her as she lies slumped against his truck door. Then shaking his head he turns, looking for his buddies.

"Hey guys, come look what I found!" he calls, his voice sounding thick with drink. The other two wander over, laughing, then stop as they see Amber, the three of them exchanging glances as they stand looking at her. From where you sit you can't hear what they say, but from the body language they're discussing what to do with her. You can see them point at the ground where you left the broken bottle and her ripped clothes, and after a moment you see them laugh, slapping each other on the shoulder as one of them steps forward and cuts the girl free. He helps her to her feet and the three of them push her into the cab of the truck, climbing in with her, laughing and slapping hands.

You hear the chime of a phone, and realise it's Ambers. You pull it out of your pocket and swipe across it, opening a text message from someone called 'Hannah'.

'Hey Girl! Where u? Get anything from school? Hit me back?'

Smiling, you text an answer.

'All good. Hit big time. Some older guys picked me up. Going to party with them! Later!'

A moment later the phone chimes again.

'Hey bitch, hook a girl up! Where u? I want to party too.'

You see the truck start and pull out of the parking lot as you quickly text a response.

'No way! These studs have likker and they're DTF! U on ur own!'

Laughing, you start the ignition and give the truck a block lead before following it, ignoring the chime of Amber's phone.