"Have a drink with me," he said and handed her a glass of champagne.
She took it and smiled although she had no intentions of actually drinking it. She knew better than to put anything in her mouth that a customer handed her.
"Cheers," he said.
He watched her closely as he sipped on his own drink.
"You're not gonna drink with me?" He asked.
"I don't drink actually," she answered.
It was a lie but it was all she could come up with.
"I'll pay you extra," he said.
It was in that moment she knew she had to get out and it couldn't go fast enough. If he was willing to pay her extra to drink a glass of champagne, she knew it was spiked. He was not a normal customer. He was out to hurt her. She put the glass on the table and tried to stay as calm as possible.
"I'm sorry, I think this was a mistake. I better go," she said and smiled.
"You're not going anywhere," he said and grabbed her.
His entire face went angry in a split second and a sharp pain went through her buttom lip as he split it open with the back of his hand. She stumbled backwards and hit the door.
"I was gonna make it easy on you but you just had to go and cause trouble," he growled as he took the few steps towards her to close the gap between them.
He grabbed her throat with one hand while the other hand pushed a pill into her mouth. He put that hand over her mouth and nose so she couldn't breathe.
"Swallow!" He barked.
She tried holding her breath but after a few seconds, she was forced to swallow. He grinned and let go.
"Good girl," he said.
He pulled her away from the door and pushed her back inside the room. She fell to her knees next to the table and eyed the champagne bottle. No way she was gonna just stay there and wait for the effect of the pill to kick in so he could do what he was planning to do. She heard him walk towards her. She pushed herself back up on her feet, grabbed the bottle, swung around and smashed it straight into his head. He howled in pain as he went down on his knees. She ran past him and pulled the door open with as much force as she could before she took off running.
She kept pushing herself forward but she could feel her feet getting more and more heavy while she was starting to see double. She just had to get somewhere safe where she could crash unnoticed but where could she find a place like that within minutes before the effect of the pill would take over completely and knock her out?
Dean noticed the woman walking towards him. She seemed heavily drunk and he felt annoyed. Just his luck to come across a woman like that when he was in this mood. It wasn't until he came closer, he realized he knew her. She grabbed his shirt as she fell to the ground. He caught her and went down with her, making sure her landing wasn't too hard. She looked up at him.
"Moxley... don't let him get me..." she whispered.
Moxley? How did she know about his old gimmick? He hadn't used that name inside a ring in years. She closed her eyes and her body got heavy.
"Alright, up you go," he said as he lifted her up.
He started half dragging and half carrying her with him while he silently cursed himself for leaving his car at home.