"Your next drink's on me, pretty lady," you say to Lucy as you slide over next to her.
"Aww, thanks so much!" she exclaimed, "You're suuuper nice."
She was already tipsy from her drinks. The one you gave her laced with sleep medicine should be an easy trick.
In the meantime, the two of you chatted away as if you were old friends meeting up after work.
"My teammates...can be idiots sometimes," she slurred, "Half the time, I'm cleaning up their messesssss..."
Lucy's body swerved around as she told her tale.
"Must be hard work, huh?" you ask her.
"Hellll to the yes," she replied, "Helllll....to....the yesh..."
And with that, Lucy's head fell down onto the bar counter, landing just next to the many empty beer mugs, one of which had contained your 'special ingredient'. Her deep (albeit loud) snoring and drool trail coming from her mouth indicated she was passed out cold. Grabbing Lucy from under her armpits, you drag her unconscious body into one of the storage rooms, wondering what to do with her.
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