It's a dark alley, I should probably go somewhere better lit. I can't help but start to giggle as I think about it. Here I am looking to get fucked and I'm afraid of getting raped.
The giggles dry up at the thought; rapists are known for being cuddly, and I could get a slasher or a murderer if I don't get a move on.
Looking around the alley's lit by the bulb over the bar's back door, and another one a few dozen feet away. Beyond that I can't see how far the alley goes. I guess I could try heading back inside, or maybe just walk out to the street, or even try the door down the way.
My way into the bar, as it happens, is locked. I give it a few twists and knocks just to be sure, but it seems that way's blocked, unless I really pound on it.
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