Karen waves goodbye to her sister then makes for the closest restroom. She has always loved trying new drinks. Her panties drop as she sits and relieves herself. Someone else enters the bathroom. She can hear the person getting closer, then a pair of feet beneath the door to her stall. The door unlocks on its own, and opens. A hooded man is standing in front of her.
With the "liquid" still falling from her, eyes wide, face red, she was about to scream, but the man says something.
"Are you Karen?".
She nods.
The man reaches into his hood,???, and pulls out a small paper bag. He places the bag on the ground. "Congratulations", he says, then leaves, but not before closing and locking the stall door.
Karen wasn't sure of what just happened, as she still sits there, still using the restroom. But she snaps out of it, and pulls up her panties.
The bag. As if she was drawn to it, she picks it up, (what am I doing? Who knows whats in here!), she tells herself this over and over, but she still opens it up and removes it's contents.
An unmarked, unlabeled, bare soda can is in the bag.
Her hand slowly inches towards the can, she opens it, and a puff of purple smoke floats from the opening. She lifts it towards her mouth, (dont drink it! Dont drink it!). The seemingly dangerous liquid enters her mouth and down her throat.
The can is thrown across the room, "why the hell did I just do that?!".
Something starts to build up inside her, and she can feel it. She stumbles to a sink and splashes some water on her face. Looking up at the mirror above the sink, she can clearly see that something is wrong with her.....
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