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“Di, want to go to Gaslight?”

“Why not. Besides, Sara looks like she could use a drink.”

You look at Sara. Di is right she still looks pale and a bit spaced out.

“Gaslight sound good, Sara?”

She looks at you. “Um...yah...sounds good.”

“You feeling ok?”

She manages a smile. “Yes, I’m fine. The whole thing just startled me.”

The three of you march up to the exit. The man dressed as Jack the Ripper turns to face you.

“Where do you girls think you’re going?”

His British accent is spot on.

You respond back. “My friend isn’t feeling so well. We’re headed out to get a drink.”

“You should head back in. A little whore like you could get hurt out here.” He flicks his cane and a four inch blade springs out.

“Whore?” You swing your foot and connect solidly with his privates.

“Oooh!”

He goes down.

“Whore, my sweet ass.” You walk by his crumpled body as he squirms on the ground.

The three of you hop into your car and head off toward gaslight. You aren’t even concerned about the loud noise from behind you.

“Sara, are you ok for Gaslight?”

She looks up and says weakly. “Absolutely, I’m so thirsty.”

The three of you head into Gaslight and sit at the bar. You order drinks. Sarah sips her cherry margarita. She makes a face and quietly announces.

“I have to go pee.”

“I’ll go with you...”

“Stay here, Tara, I’ll be right back.”

“Are you sure?”

“I can pee by myself.”

You watch Sara enter the women’s room. Five minutes later she exits. You marvel at how much better she looks. She is less pale and glides confidently back to her seat. She puts a warm hand on your knee.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Much, like a new girl. I guess I just needed to pee.”

You spend the next few hours talking girl talk before heading home.

You crash and are asleep in minutes.