Yeah, I knew the type.
Just slowly fucking chipping away at them. Making them think you were so smart, so worldly, so big, so wise. You were the protector they always wanted.Finally, someone who would love them just as they were.
I didn’t care if he wasn’t hellbound; I couldn’t let him do to this guy what he’d done to Josh. Because this guy, he wasn’t as strong as Josh. I could see it. He was younger, and he didn’t have the support system.
Rick would break him, and I couldn’t let that happen.
I felt an urgency about tonight. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the way Rick’s hand was curled just a little too tightly around the guy’s arm, squeezing possessively. Maybe it was the other guy that was leering at Rick’s date—one of Rick’s close friends, who he was often out with. They were with a group, but those two were crowding a little too close to the cutie. I don’t know, but something was off. I was getting bad feelings.
I’d always planned on getting revenge, and tonight seemed as good a night as any.
I turned back toward the bar, slipping open my cross body purse, which left my hands free to do what I needed. And total side note here—on one hand, I was really thankful for purses,but on the other hand, why the fuck couldn’t more women’s clothing havefunctionalpockets?
Anyway, I took out a little vial of liquid I’d been saving for this special occasion, poured it into my drink, and then slipped the empty vial back into my purse.
It was easy to sort of stagger my way over to Rick the Dick. (Although it wasnoteasy to ignore the multiple groping hands I had to deal with on the way. Seriously—what the fuck was it with people thinking a drunk person was fair game for groping?)
“Oh, my gosh!” I slightly slurred, knocking into him just a bit, my hand hitting his, my drink sloshing into his drink as I reached my other hand out to steady myself on his arm. “Did you see that guy just push me?” I said, turning my head to look and sloshing a little more of my drink into his.
“Are you okay?” the cutie asked.
But I was already pushing off of Rick, my face still averted, a final slosh of my drink spilling into his.
It was all too fucking easy.
As I staggered away I could hear the cutie saying he’d get Rick a napkin for his wet hand, but no one even commented on his drink. Why would they, after all? I was just some random woman. Why would I ever drug his drink?
I made my way outside of the bar after that and hoped that luck was in my favor. I didn’t think I had Rick pegged wrong. The bathroom line was long, and he would begin to feel dizzy, hot, and vaguely ill within a half hour. He wouldn’t want to appear weak in front of his newest prey just yet, so I was betting that he’d come out alone.
There was always the possibility that he’d come out with the friend, but I could take care of them both if so. I didn’t exactly get good feelings about that guy, either. He wasn’t rotten, but he wasn’t a nice guy.
I stood off to the side of the building, and before long I saw Rick stumbling out.
Perfect.
I walked over toward him like I was heading inside, looking at him as I passed. “Hey, man, are you okay?” I asked, like I was concerned. “You don’t look so great. Do you need to sit down or something?”
He sort of groaned, and I reached around him, pulling him into my side and guiding him away from the entrance and toward the back of the parking lot. He was a heavy weight leaning on me, but I was way stronger than I looked.
He sort of stumbled and tried to protest.
I just kept walking, leading him along. “Dude, come over here and sit down for a minute. You look like you’re gonna puke or something.”
It wasn’t long before we were at my car. I leaned him against the car next to mine, looking around to make sure we were alone. He was looking at me, squinting and swaying a bit.
“Hey,” he slurred. “You’re that girl…”
I popped open the trunk, said, “Yup,” and then punched him in the face, catching his body before it fell and throwing him into the trunk.
I shut it and walked around to the driver’s side, climbing in and shutting the door. I started the car and jumped when music blasted at top volume through the car.
“What the fuck?” I yelled, turning the volume down as quickly as I could.
“Looks like someone couldn’t just let it be,” a voice said from the back seat.
I realized two things simultaneously—it was the Beatles playing on the radio, and it was Jude’s voice.
I looked in the rearview mirror to see his smiling face in the backseat, and I groaned and banged my head down into the steering wheel.
