Filling the prompt “One where everyone is at the bar hangin out and when she
isnt lookin someone tries to roofie her and van and the lads are well pissed
and try to fight the guy??”
Note: I deviated a little bit from the original prompt, and I hope that’s okay?
This fic contains drink spiking, and discussion about the potential
consequences of that.
It all happened so fast. You didn’t have time to process
any of it. One minute you were dancing, the next you were lying on the concrete
sidewalk out the front of the bar with a boy you didn’t know performing chest
compressions. His face was twisted in panic, and he was begging you to breathe.
You could hear Evie crying. “Please don’t fucking die,” the boy said.
The last thing you saw was his necklace swaying in the air as he pressed
against your heart hard.
Ten minutes earlier you had been buying drinks with Evie
when there was a break in good songs. The cocktails were pretty; Instagram
worthy. You both turned to rummage through your bags for your phones. After
cheering, and taking small sips, Evie spat hers out all over the bar. You
laughed. “Oh my god! How can something so pretty taste so gross,” she
“Yeah, they’re not great… Just drink fast!”
“Drink fast?! You drink fast, Y/N. Go on. Both."
So you did. Suddenly, there were people around you. A
guy in a button up white shirt knocked the second glass from your hand.
"What the fuck!?” you yelled as he did. Another guy in a red velvet
shirt was next to him.