Taylor finishes her drink.

The bartender hands Taylor her shirley temple.

Taylor began to drink. Unbeknownst to her, while the bartender was making it, perhaps for his first time since getting his license because seriously, who orders that, he laced the drink with a special ****.

"Mmm, that's good," Taylor said as she sipped her drink. "Ugh, a little strong though."

"Sorry," the bartender replied with a smirk. "That's how i make all my drinks."

A few minutes later Taylor finishes her shirley temple.

"Feeling... a bit woozy," she says with a grimace as she stares down with her hand on her head.

Taylor looks back up to see that the bartender's smirk has turned into a giant smile.

"You didn't!" Taylor said in shock as she got up from her barstool.

The bartender nodded but did not reply. His smile saying it all.

Taylor turned to run only to see the bar full of asian men gazing at her.

"Fucking chinese.... uhhh..." she mutters before seeing the ceiling and blacking out.