The leather clad man seems friendly enough but isn't your type. He's visibly disappointed when you politely refuse his come on, but it isn’t long it isn’t long before a ‘boys to men’ wanna be has his attention. You pay for your drink before sculling it back in one motion. After a short time a hazy euphoria descends upon you. You feel overly hot and ill at ease. You look down at your empty glass sure someone has spiked your drink. The s&m dude, the bar tender…who knows. You feel it is time to return to the hotel, to the safety of your room. Suddenly the close company of so many people feels nauseating. |