I could smell stale cigarette smoke. I try to open my eyes but they are so heavy. I hear someone speaking but cannot make sense of what is being said. I try to push myself up onto my hands and knees. Why is my body so heavy? What happened? Where am I?

“Should I wear the blue one or the yellow one?” I had asked Tess. She responded with her typical eye roll. I stepped outside onto the side walk and got into a black sedan.

I can taste blood. I am so tired. Something is wrong.

“Where would you like to go? I was thinking the Dog?” He said, glancing over at me.

“The Dog sounds great!” I responded. “I prefer the dive bars around here to the downtown scene if I’m being honest.”

“Downtown is a different atmosphere for sure.“ he had stated so casually.

My eyes open; vision blurry. It’s dark.

“Are you hungry?” he asked handing me a menu, “We can order some food.”

My vision begins to clear. I see concrete walls, metal pipes, and boxes.

I ordered a gin and tonic. He ordered a beer.

“How about a shot?” He asked.

“What were you thinking?” I inquired.

“How about a green tea?” He suggested.

I crawl over to a stack of boxes and pull myself up. I stumble away from the boxes and grab onto a pole in the center of the room. There’s a light at one end of the room and stairs?

I excused myself to use the restroom. Dizzy and buzzed; maybe I shouldn’t have downed my drink so quickly. I had felt sick. I’ve never puked after drinknig that little. I heard men yelling in the bar. Nick was yelling. Brett trying to calm him down. What followed next sounded like a physical fight.

I hear foot steps coming down the stairs.

“Finally awake are we?”

I cannot respond. My mouth is so dry and my head is killing me.