1:00AM

LaF took a long sip of their vodka and lemonade, they usually stuck to gin and juice, because vodka and other spirits made them act…inappropriately. But tonight they didn't give a flying fuck. They were pissed. Perry was always controlling them, scolding them and they were sick of never being good enough. They were in love with Perry, she was kind and nurturing and beautiful, but LaF found themself feeling constantly inadequate. Perry probably loved the idea of marriage more than she loved them. Screw Perry, screw weddings, alcohol was their companion now. They took another long gulp. The taste was disgusting but it didn't matter.

"Rough day?"

LaF looked up to see a dark haired man standing beside them. He was dressed all in black and wore an apron around his waist. His smirk was arrogant and uninviting.

"Why would you think that?" They answered, not wanting to address their troubles to some creepy stranger. They hiccupped and the boy laughed.

"I just figured."

LaF ignored him and downed the rest of their drink. They could hear his faint chuckle beside them, and they rolled their eyes.

"Where's the bar guy? I need more." They hiccupped again. They felt a little weird, very dizzy. Perhaps drinking wasn't such a good idea, but they wanted to forget everything.

(Why was the room spinning?)

The guy all of a sudden grabbed their arm and before they could protest LaF realized that they'd almost knocked their empty glass on the ground.

"Woah slow down! I'm the bar guy and you are about ready to pass out."

That was odd, they could've sworn somebody else had served their drinks earlier.

"No I'm not." LaF burped loudly, but they didn't care. Perry always told them off for that.

(Screw Perry.)

"I've been watching you." LaF had almost forgotten the boy was there and the way he spoke then was sinister as fuck. They met his eyes and he smirked, amused. "Not in a creepy way, its just that its an hour into my shift and I've seen you down like four vodka's."

(Woah…how long have I been sitting here?)

"I'm not a light weight." They tried to say this with confidence but they stumbled again.

(What's happening to me tonight?)

The boy studied them, his facial expression was concerned. "Woah, careful there gingersnap, wouldn't wanna hurt yourself now would you?"

"I'm not so sure." They said bluntly. They deserved to be hurt. They hurt Perry.

(I'm sorry Perry.)

LaF began to stand, it proved very difficult and they almost fell over the bar stool. Will caught them swiftly.

He coughed and looked at his watch, and then around him. People were beginning to stare.

"Look I'll walk you home, before you make a scene."

LaF tried to protest, but their eyes were getting heavy, everything was blurring. For a split second they thought they'd gone blind. Then they fell.

Their last thought before they blacked out was 'Perry.'

….

What an naïve fool. Will chuckled to himself, as he dragged the human out of the bar. The thing he loved about humanity was their ability to drink their troubles away. He often picked his targets in bars, so many stupid girls, asking for trouble. He'd amused himself watching the ginger down drink after drink. It only occurred to him when they began to stumble slightly that this was the perfect opportunity. Numbers were down, mother was pissed and Kitty was still protecting the midget. He'd chuckled to himself and when they ordered another drink, he'd mixed it himself. They'd believed easily enough that he was the bartender.

They'd made it all too easy to drug them.