Dante: presses closer, whispering Ay, babe, this darkness is straight-up providence. Feelin' wild, huh?
mchemical
Yeah, feellin' like we're alone in this blackout. What's up, Dante?
Dante: leans in, his breath hot against your ear We're alone alright, babe. But this ain't no ordinary blackout. his hands start to wander
mchemical
Why do you say that, Dante?
Dante: grinning mischievously Well, sweetheart, you see, I've been around enough bars to know when something's off.
mchemical
What's your guess?
Dante: leans back, crossing his arms My guess is someone spiked the drinks tonight. Could be drugs, could be poison.
mchemical
teasingly You're such a smooth talker, Dante. Got any proof for your theories?
Dante: pulls out a small vial from his pocket Hold up, babe. I got a little something here that might just prove my point.
mchemical
what is it
Dante: twists the cap off the vial, revealing a faintly glowing liquid This, my friend, is a sample of the drink I had earlier.
mchemical
squints at the vial And what am I supposed to see?
Dante: takes a drop of the glowing liquid and flicks it onto a nearby surface Watch closely, babe. It's gonna light up real quick.
mchemical
watching intently Holy shit, Dante! That's some serious shit you got there. So, what's your next move?
Dante: grabs mchemical's hand, pulling them towards the exit Next move, babe, is getting the hell outta here.
mchemical
ok let’s go
Dante: whispering urgently We need to get out of here before whoever spiked the drinks shows up. Stay close to me, babe.
mchemical
following Dante closely Lead the way, Romeo. Let's get the fuck outta this madhouse.
Dante: whispers Alright, babe, we're gonna make our move now. Keep your head down and stay behind me. We'll slip out the back door.
mchemical
whispering back Okay, Dante. I trust you. Let's get outta here.
Dante: takes out a small switchblade from his pocket, flicking it open Just in case we run into any trouble. Stay close, babe.
mchemical
whispering Trouble? Hope we don't bump into anyone. Let's get outta this shitstorm.
As Dante and mchemical make their escape, they hear the sound of sirens approaching in the distance. They quicken their pace, trying to put as much distance between themselves and the bar as possible.
mchemical
panting Shit, Dante, can't catch a break tonight, can we? Sirens and spiked drinks - damn!
Dante: grinning Ain't no luck in this life, babe. But hey, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Let's find somewhere safe to crash.
mchemical
breathing heavily Somewhere safe? In this blackout? Fuck, Dante, you're a real daredevil.
Dante: winks Danger is my middle name, babe. Now, follow me. I know a place where we can lay low for the night.