Steal Clothes

Emory had taken multiple shots of freshly brewed wine mixed with fruit cocktail along with the man. According to the man, the girl seemed like a naïve one who wouldn't understand what she was drinking and that she was merely a few shots away from his reach.

"I don't feel good," She rubbed her temples after placing the glass on the table.

"What is wrong?" The man leaned closer, a satisfied smirk adorning his face.

"My head feels dizzy." She blabbered as she swayed on the chair lightly. 

Immediately the man got up from his seat, rushed over to her side and supported her weight on his arms. "If you aren't feeling well, I can take you home so that you can get some rest." 

"I don't have anywhere to go." she let her head fall down on his arm.

"Don't worry, you have me now. I'll take you to a safe place." He picked up Emory's body in his arms and made his way out of the club.