DESSERTED ─ y!dsmp

AFTER HOURS, i

─ chap one , cw for mature language n slight sa mentions , sfw with slight nsfw mentions , not proofread

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Shitposting gets boring quickly, and well, after finally deciding you had been rotting in your room for long enough, it was the perfect time to go catching a bunch of weirdos and getting them arrested! Your fave hobby.

So, calling up your best friend and picking out an outfit that had you looking so hot you'd be turning multiple heads in your direction, you made your way to you and your friends meeting spot.

─ "Hey y/n, how's it going?"

Your friend spoke up, putting their phone away once they saw you approach.

"Oh nothing, just the usual you know."

You spoke, putting a hand on your hip and looking down the empty, dark streets. Flickering lampposts stood tall on the sides of the now deserted streets. How pathetic the government couldn't even provide correctly functioning lampposts.

"So uh, do we get going?"

F/n's voice snapped you out of your thoughts while they uncomfortably glanced around.

"Obvi, let's get out of here."

With a few swift motions of your hand signaling them to follow you, the two of you made your way down to the oddly energetic club.

It was too bright for your liking, the lights basically blinded you before you even entered. It sucked, sure, but honestly, watching a bunch of weirdos get dragged away by the police knowing they were up to no good made it all worth it in the end.

The place was crowded as ever, taking ahold of f/n's hand you began leading them through the dense crowd, over to a clear booth by the corner.

Sitting down and taking a second to remember your plan the two of you decided to split up and look for different people.
It would, seemingly so, be easier for you considering you had already noticed some guy had been staring at you from across the room, sitting on another booth surrounded by some other people you paid no mind to.

His stare was getting pretty unbearable now, so you simply decided to order a drink for yourself until someone made the first move because you were, obviously, not putting that much effort into this.
(ps, the drink doesn't need to be alcoholic or anything, imagine wtvr you'd like babes)

A purple haired waitress served your drink, her slightly starstruck stare lingered on you for a little too long. That ofcourse, was quiet irrelevant to you so you simply averted your attention over to the same guy from before who had now, made his way and sat next to you.

Even though you didn't know the guy, he was already all over you, basically drooling and stuff. Having sat down right next to you and basically started to lean into you a little too much for your own comfort, gosh, so much for personal space. He had began some sort of pathetic small talk, you didn't pay too much mind to it and didnt answer truthfully considering you were too busy monitoring his every move, very closely.

After talking to him for a good while, and having him buy you another drink of his choice, you spotted it. His moves were swift, certainly he had done this before, yet they weren't so swift that you couldn't detect them. He sprinkled a small amount of white powder into your drink when he thought you weren't looking.

Which was your third red flag. The first two being the fact that he progressively got more and more touchy, more and more comfortable and tried to make you get that comfortable too. Stupid silly little gangs, they didn't know you already knew their tricks well. The little white powder he got from god knows where, was nothing but multiple strong drugs to have you basically braindead for a while so they could profit from you, many people fell for such things not knowing better, yet in this case, he was your victim.

So you did what any logical person would do, pretended to take a sip at a certain angle while the actual small amount of drugged beverage fell onto the napkin you held, swiftly swiping the non-damp part over your lips once to give the illusion of wiping your lips, you put the glass down.

You looked at his knowing smirk and gave him a smile, pretending to be a bit dizzy you excused yourself to the bathroom and gave your dear cop friends a quick call. Waiting in the bathroom for the police to arrive, the second you heard their sirens you made your way out of the bathroom. Sure enough, the guy seemed to panic. You made your way towards him and tugged on the collar of his blouse, asking him for a dance.

He tried to refuse by looking around frantically, but instead you dismissed his panic and lead him to the middle of the room right as the cops bust through the door. Laying your head on his shoulder, you whispered to him one last thing

─ "I know you tried to drug me, let this be a lesson that truly, im the one who holds power here, you fucking disgrace of a human"

And with that you gave him a violent push to the floor, spitting at him as the police dragged his pathetic squirming self away.

Making your way back to the booth you texted your friend, just to check in.

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And so, after one hell of a night the two of you made your ways to your homes and called it a day.

Considering that all drained your social battery, you decided you'd better just go to bed already, which you did, at like 2am that is, but still, it counts.

🌤️ ⁺‧₊ ☁️ ₊ . °.

⁺‧₊ a/n , ok
─ cloudy , 01.02.23