Sunset strip, Los Angeles
A haggard drunk wandered down the grimy neon lit streets of Los Angeles, staggering left into an empty ally, the colourful lights dimming the further into the maze of buildings he entered. A dead end presented him with a place to rest, leaning his back against the cold brick wall, sliding all the way down. A shaking hand reached deep inside his ripped up leather jacket pulling out a worn down sliver canteen, more alcohol no doubt.
The cold rim of the canteen was a breath away from his lips before it was violently ripped from his hands. Looking around the man saw no one in the alley besides himself, he was completely alone and chalked it up to one too many drinks.
The man began to give in to the haze that clouded his vision as he could feel himself falling deeper into darkness, allowing sleep to take him right there in the alley. But sleep was very quickly ripped from his body and he found himself hovering, back against the wall, strong hands tightly clenching the collar of his black V-neck shirt.
The haze combined with the dull lighting in the alley didn't allow him a good look at his attacker. Too intoxicated to even move, the last thing the drunken man saw was tanned skin and shoulder length dread locks before his attacker moved in and a deeper darkness then sleep over took him.
