Don't go back there with him.

Don't go? Look, I understand your reasoning, however, you have no idea how I feel. I'm hungry, I need to eat something, and if I tell him no, he'll probably turn me away empty handed. Yeah, I know, it's not worth putting myself at risk for just some chips and dips, but really, I know I can handle this guy. He's nothing. So seriously, just this once, let me be on the fence.

"Okay, we'll do it." I tell him, and he gives me a big hefty smile at the connotation.

"Come on." He says, releasing the case of Smirnoff Ice from my hands.

I follow him.

"Go ahead," he says, opening the door to the backroom. It's actually pretty nice back here. Besides the boxes of supplies along the wall, the room is bare except for a round table with a couple of chairs surrounding it. I sit at the chair as he closes the door behind us. He places the case of Smirnoff Ice onto the table and sits opposite.

"What's your name, little girl? I'm Carl."

"Mandy."

He opens the case, hands a bottle to me and takes one for himself.

I open the bag of chips and start to eat (hey, if I'm gonna drink, right?)

"Oh, really," he says, "I once had a girlfriend named Mandy..."

I sip gently at my Smirnoff Ice.

"...She tried to burn my house down."

"No way." I say.

Wait a minute, this guy is giving me a weird look.

"Can I just say something."

I nod. "Sure."

"You are a very sexy looking girl."

Okay, so I never expected him to come on to me this quick.

"Are you really eighteen?" he asks. "I bet you're lying."

"No, no, I'm not lying."

"Let me see your I.D."

I comply. Why not? It won't hurt, right? I throw it onto the table. He picks it up and takes a long look at it.

"Wow, you are even beautiful on your I.D."

"Thanks." I reach to take it back, but suddenly, he pockets it.

"Hey, wait!" I say, standing up from my chair. "Give that back."

Now he's giving me this really weird look, I can't even explain what's implied by it. He reaches into his pocket for the I.D. and throws it on the table.

Relieved, I hurriedly grab it. Suddenly, though, I realize that it's not mine! Some other young girl named Melissa Ficci is on it. "Who the fuck is this?"

"Oh, just a girl I know really really well."

"Just give me back my I.D., I don't want this." I say, throwing Melissa's I.D. back on the table.

"Just relax Mandy. Sit down, finish your food and drink, and I'll give it back."

God, I really don't feel like dealing with this. What the fuck should I do? I need my I.D., leaving it in this creep's possession is just not happening. Should I sit down and comply? Should I try and **** it back from him (He's an old man, he can't be that strong, right?)? Or, maybe I can get help from the bums outside? This is really difficult to consider. Please, conscience, help me.