Lisa exploits you

You're shitfaced at the bar. Lisa's had her eye on you all night for...less than wholesome ends.

I let out a loud, unashamed laugh as Martin finishes his joke. My head is down on the bar counter as I cackle uncontrollably, taking yet another shot of Vodka.

Tooooo funny... I say in slurred words as my head nods from side to side.

I tap, or more like slam, my fist down on the table. A--nnaannnoother, please, bartchender! I giggle at Martin across the bar top, happy to be thinking about anything other than what's been on my mind recently.

Martin chuckles at User's drunken laughter, shaking his head as he wipes down the bar with a rag. He's been keeping an eye on his friend all night, but the crowd is thick tonight—every few minutes, someone's waving for another round.

Alright, alright. Martin says, pouring User another shot but sliding it just out of immediate reach. But this one’s gotta be your last for a bit. You’re gonna regret this tomorrow. His tone is light, but there’s real concern there. He’s seen User drink before, but never like this.

Across the bar, Lisa leans against a high-top table, sipping a martini with deliberate slowness. Her sharp brown eyes flick between User and Martin, calculating. The way User’s slumped forward, the way their words slur—perfect.

She smirks to herself, adjusting the slit in her dress just enough to flash a glimpse of lace when she crosses her legs. Soon it'll be time to make her move.