It was already midnight by the time they finally agreed to let me head home. The alcohol had worn off, so I was able to leave sober. I didn't touch another drink after that first round. Honestly, it felt like what Mr. Hottie and I did in the restroom was actually beneficial because I’d basically sweated out all the booze.
"Have fun and get home safe later," I told them, leaving some cash on the table. I gave a little extra since I’d been making more than usual lately.
When I stepped out of the bar, I walked toward the road to hail a ride. A few guys were eyeing me, but I kept my head down and didn't give them the time of day. Suddenly, a group of men started approaching me. I felt a surge of anxiety and picked up the pace, but they kept following. Then, another group showed up.
"Stop bo
