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Andreas came back a few minutes later, smiling when he saw the extra bottle of beer. He finished the first and started the next. “Thanks, man,” he said, holding the bottle while scoping out the dance floor. “Let me get the next round.”
Paul looked at his watch. With what Andreas had already drunk, he was looking at about fifteen minutes. It wasn't too hard to keep him talking. Andreas was a talker. He talked about his countless cunt hunts and conquests and about the great time he was having in San Diego.
As if on clockwork Andreas' voice began to slur and Paul knew it was time. He wanted Andreas out of there before he became incapacitated and unable to walk. He looked at him. “Man, you look wasted. I don't think you're gonna get any. Maybe you oughta call it a night.”
Andreas wobbled on his stool. “You know.... I think you're right. Good thing my hotel is just down the street because all of a sudden I feel kinda fucked up.” He stood up to leave, wavering, and patted Paul on the arm. “It was nice to meet you, Rob. Have fun for the rest of Break. I'll see you later.”
As he turned to leave Paul got up. “You know, I should probably head out, too,” he said, catching up with his prey. “It's late and shit and I'm pretty beat. We were out in the sun all day and I'm whooped.”
As the two guys left the PB Bar & Grill Paul asked Andreas where he was staying. Andreas pointed to down the street. “I can't remember the name off hand, but it's a couple blocks that way.”
Paul came up with a quick lie. “My place is that way, too. My car's right over there and I'm not that drunk yet. I'll drive you if you want.”
“Cool,” Andreas said. And together the two, hunter and hunted, climbed into Paul's SUV. Andreas had no idea what was in store for him.
As they drove slowly down Garnet Avenue Paul remembered a hotel he'd used before. One where he could pay for the room in cash. He also noticed that Andreas was having a hard time staying awake.
“Hey, Andreas. Where did you say your hotel was?”
Andreas looked at Paul. Or rather through him. The roofie had him in its grasp. He laughed. “I can't remember. Shit.” He laughed again.
“Well, this is my place,” Paul said, turning into the lot. “Wanna come in for a minute until you remember where you're staying at?”
“Yeah,” Andreas replied. “That's probably a good idea.” Oh, he didn't know how wrong he was.
“My room's over there,” Paul said, pointing off to nowhere in particular. “Wait here in the car for a sec while I get the key from the clerk. We lost it three times already this week so we don't carry it with us. They charge us a $20 charge for a new one. I'll be right back.”
Paul looked at his watch. With what Andreas had already drunk, he was looking at about fifteen minutes. It wasn't too hard to keep him talking. Andreas was a talker. He talked about his countless cunt hunts and conquests and about the great time he was having in San Diego.
As if on clockwork Andreas' voice began to slur and Paul knew it was time. He wanted Andreas out of there before he became incapacitated and unable to walk. He looked at him. “Man, you look wasted. I don't think you're gonna get any. Maybe you oughta call it a night.”
Andreas wobbled on his stool. “You know.... I think you're right. Good thing my hotel is just down the street because all of a sudden I feel kinda fucked up.” He stood up to leave, wavering, and patted Paul on the arm. “It was nice to meet you, Rob. Have fun for the rest of Break. I'll see you later.”
As he turned to leave Paul got up. “You know, I should probably head out, too,” he said, catching up with his prey. “It's late and shit and I'm pretty beat. We were out in the sun all day and I'm whooped.”
As the two guys left the PB Bar & Grill Paul asked Andreas where he was staying. Andreas pointed to down the street. “I can't remember the name off hand, but it's a couple blocks that way.”
Paul came up with a quick lie. “My place is that way, too. My car's right over there and I'm not that drunk yet. I'll drive you if you want.”
“Cool,” Andreas said. And together the two, hunter and hunted, climbed into Paul's SUV. Andreas had no idea what was in store for him.
As they drove slowly down Garnet Avenue Paul remembered a hotel he'd used before. One where he could pay for the room in cash. He also noticed that Andreas was having a hard time staying awake.
“Hey, Andreas. Where did you say your hotel was?”
Andreas looked at Paul. Or rather through him. The roofie had him in its grasp. He laughed. “I can't remember. Shit.” He laughed again.
“Well, this is my place,” Paul said, turning into the lot. “Wanna come in for a minute until you remember where you're staying at?”
“Yeah,” Andreas replied. “That's probably a good idea.” Oh, he didn't know how wrong he was.
“My room's over there,” Paul said, pointing off to nowhere in particular. “Wait here in the car for a sec while I get the key from the clerk. We lost it three times already this week so we don't carry it with us. They charge us a $20 charge for a new one. I'll be right back.”