sketching some after-night-out drama

The exercise in imagination she was talking about was bullshit. She was trying to talk me into buying her vitamins and visualize myself becoming healthier, smarter, and more intelligent. She said the visualization part was essential and that I should never take her vitamins without using my imagination. I was getting slightly irritated for having wasted 5 minutes listening. It made me feel bad for herself; why did she get such a tedious sales job? She was barely 20 and quite cute, long slender legs, a bit frail, but her nice round boobs were making up for her almost anorexic looks, a lovely face with a pretty smile, almost an angel, and she had style! I could tell by the shoes she wore and her mini-shirt. Why in the world was she be doing that job? What was she trying to prove?

Tim: Yea, hmm. and what do they taste like?

Girl: Oh, we have many flavors; these are with orange for energy and concentration. The ones with strawberries and watermelon are great for athletes. Do you work out?

Tim: Yea, I do some sports, yea, can I try these? what are these for?

Girl: Those are with ginger-rose flavor, and they are adaptogens, also great for sex-drive.

Tim: Oh yea, I like that.

Girl: We have a sample here, and you can try the orange ones too. Go ahead and try them; they taste delicious!

Tim: Combine them, you say ah? popping the pills one by one, all the while grinning his typical naughty smile.

Girl: Absolutely, our products can be combined and taken on an empty stomach too. Today we have a special offer; you can have two for the price of one, which is only 5.99€.

Tim: haha, trrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnggghhhhgdggdlfddddffffefghhhhh (the dial-up sound) excuse me a sec, I'm going to have to pick up this one.

Girl: Sure, no problem. Here, have some water.
 
I walked a few steps away from her while I was answering the phone. It was Don, a coworker; we had drunk the night before in a bar, got a bit tipsy, so we went to a different bar and had a few more drinks. Then we went into a club and partied like animals till 6 AM in the morning when I said: "Don, I must go." And here I was, on my way home when Don called.

Don: Hey mate! I can't talk much; my phone's dying; listen: I lost the keys to my apartment last night and got nowhere to go. Can I crash on your couch for a few hours? And then we'll head out to work together. I'll be at yours in about half-hour.

Tim: Alright, Don, you're welcome.
Don: Tim, you're a sugar mate! I love you, bye.

Turning towards the vitamin girl, I see no trace of her, gone like she would have never been there. Where the fuck did she went? Strange!
Too bad she was cute; I would've asked for her number.

Walking towards the metro station, I noticed something weird happening to my hands. My fingers were going numb, to the point I had a hard time getting the credit card out of my wallet. What the fuck! It fell off my hand while trying to push it into the ticket machine; I picked it up and felt dizzy, cold sweats, everything spinning. Then It dawned on me, the grim realization: That bitch poisoned me with her fucking vitamin pills.

The next moment, I feel someone picking me up by my arm and whispering to my ear:  "Don't worry Tim, we'll take you home, let's go!" The guy looked like trouble. I mumbled something back, the words jamming in my mouth like a bunch of rocks. I felt a chemical drunkness; something in his eyes scared the shit out of me. He was undoubtedly a professional criminal, the dangerous kind, the kind who kills. Fuck! I'm being lifted. "She'll give you a hand," He said, nodding towards my right side. Turning, I see the vitamin girl grabbing my right arm, "Let's go, darling."

I could barely hold on to my feet. I knew what was going on. People around us saw me being dragged into the metro and thinking it's all normal; Just another young man, dead drunk, being carried home by his friends. I tried to reach for my phone, but she took it as soon as I pulled it out of my pocket. "Who do you want to call darling? The Police?" and laughed at me.

Two stops later, I remember walking out of the metro station seeing everything blurry, eyes half-closed; They know where I live. I tried to grab onto a pole as they were dragging me out of the metro, but the big guy grabbed me: "Do that again and I'll hurt you. Now move!" I couldn't believe what was happening to me.

The next thing I know, I'm lying on the couch in my living room looking around; I see the vitamin girl in a corner staring at me;

Girl: Feeling better, sweetheart? I just gave you a booster shot; we need you awake and crisp!

The killer-looking guy just came in from the kitchen holding a coffee and my laptop, grabs a chair, and moves next to me.

Criminal: "I want your wallet keys." - said, putting the laptop in front of me and said in a calm voice: "Open it!".

I pull my laptop and look towards the girl when, out of nowhere, a heavy punch lands on my face! My mouth full of blood, spitting shards of teeth out, deafening zing in my ears. I tell him:

Tim: You didn't have to do that, cough; who are you?

The girl: - We are your best friends, Tim, now Open it!

The heavy blow brought me back to my senses. All of a sudden, I felt alert, awake, vigilant! I open my laptop typed in my password when I hear the bell ringing. Geez, it's Don.

Criminal: Expecting visitors?

He pulls out a short knife, moving next to me on the couch, puts it to my throat, and says in a low voice close to my ear: "Be nice and let her do the talk" then he looks at the girl and tells her something in Russian.

She opens the door just a bit. Don is trying to get in; he seems drunk and relaxed.

Don: Hey sweetie, what's your name?

Girl: Bianca

Don: lovely to meet you, Bianca; I'm Don! Fancy a threesome this morning? Where's Tim?

Bianca: laughing, - Whaaat?

Don: yea, you know where' good he's my buddy we share everything you know... and I'm the kind who shares too... What kind are you?

Bianca: giving him the most lovely innocent smile "The kind you don't wanna fuck with!" - Don is in the shower; I'll let him know you dropped by bye-bye, Don. And smiling pushes the door.

Don: Hey, wait! blocking the door with his foot. You not gonna let me wait out here, are you? Tell Tim I'm here.

Bianca: Ha ha ha, Don, it's not the right moment, why don't you come back later? We're in the middle of something right now, and you're not invited.

Don: Leaning on the door, "Actually, I am." 
Shit! The anti Butch and Wallace scene from 
Pulp Fiction
!!

This line was really good: I felt a chemical drunkness, something in his eyes scared the shit out of me,

Simple but well placed to elicit an affect.

And then when I thought Tim was screwed, it was great to have Don show up in that manner.

and even greater that for a moment you made me believe that Don knew what was happening and that he would save the day.

And then even greater! when it turned out he was just a drunk idiot too and now both Tim and Don are going to be fucked. wow. 

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2021-08-26 02:39:48
abrahamKim
thanks for reading, I've edited the whole thing and continued the story.

Yes, it's a bit of Tarantino style in there, actually I splashed it with a little bit more blood with this latest addition. Check it out in my today's post.
2021-08-31 16:57:12