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29 - The Pub

Y/n glanced over at her clearly drunk friend -Jessie- and sighed, seeing the whole mess of shots heading their way. The bartender dropped the drinks off and immediately the woman felt her friend shove the small shot glass into her hand.

"No, I should stop." Y/n goes to argue, her mind already fuzzy and tipsy.

"Come on, you know you want to!" Jessie says, sending her an encouraging look before she softened her gaze. "Isn't it easier to forget things?" Her voice had dropped to a quiet whisper and y/n felt a sour taste in her mouth at the memory.

"Okay." The woman sighs, taking the glass and tilting her head back to drink it all down. Jessie sent her a small laugh and handed her another glass, soon another and then another. Y/n couldn't quite focus, her head scattered and tipsy as she tried to make out what her friend was saying.

"I'm going to the bathroom quick, be right back." Jessie mumbles out, standing and almost falling on her way to the room.

"To where..?" Y/n mumbles out confused, not paying mind to her current drink setting aside. She didn't notice when someone had put something into the alcohol until she drank the rest, her fave souring slightly from the weird taste.

"What the hell.." She muttered, her head suddenly falling to the side, the side of her head pressed against the wall. Her vision sparked white before it became fuzzy and blurry, an odd tightness developing in her chest.

"Jes?" Y/n mumbles, unaware that her friend left. She fumbled through her pocket to find her phone, but groaned in irritation when she couldn't even enter her password from the fuzzyness in her vision. She felt tears build in her eyes from the sudden panic that hit what was last of her sober self as she fumbled with the device, knowing she needed to call someone.

"Jessie?" Y/n whispered in almost a plead when she seen someone walk towards her. "Jes, I don't feel too well-"

"Who?"

Through her clouded vision, she recognized the person as some man she seen earlier at the bar who was eyeing her and Jessie down. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder and looked up with a weary expression, unsure about the touch.

"Let me drive you home." He says.

"No." Y/n mumbles, trying to move his hand away. "No, I don't know you." She repeats, her voice slurring.

"Just let me-"

"No!" Y/n shouts, standing abruptly despite the flash of white it sent to her vision and how her feet stumbled as she walked towards the exit that led to the alley. Blotches of white and black crowded her vision as she fell to her knees by the side of the building. She slumped down on to her side as a round of coughing hit her, her ribcage aching with each one.

Someone spiked her drink.

"Alma?" Y/n whispered, her voice weak. She knew the ymbryne couldn't be nearby, but she needed her. So badly. Without her friend she couldn't function, her vision on the verge of blacking out. She should've listened when Miss Peregrine had told her to stay with her. That she could keep her safe and not need any of this to forget about her old life. Her old home.

Another round of coughing hit her and she felt her cheek hit the sidewalk, head too heavy too keep up. About to shut her eyes and give into the effects of the drugs, when suddenly she felt a warm hand on her shoulder.

Y/n slowly looked up at the person, squinting her eyes slightly to try and decipher who it was, but she couldn't.

"No." Y/n mutters when she felt the strangers hand move to help life her head up, but her current disagreement left when she heard the persons voice.