Christine found herself staring around at the setting and the people and making mental notes for her writing, because the place was capturing her muse. She could change a few of the settings in her book to be at a place much like this one, and it would liven the scene up a lot. She'd have to work with how the vampires in her book weren't out of the closet, but it wouldn't be too hard to make this place fit her book.

Voice interrupted her mental rewriting. "Trouble coming from two o'clock." That was an odd message and Christine glanced in the direction mentioned to see two men in leather walking her way, clearly looking at her. One man's shirt was just occasional strings, so she could see the tattoos and muscles he had, the other was wearing a lot of facial makeup, but it wasn't in a gay way. He looked like the poster child for goth, complete with lip piercings. Lip piercings probably meant not a vampire, Christine thought as the issue of biting anyone while having facial jewelry occurred to her.

Goth man moved into the front and gave her a leering look. "Did you just come from the office babe?" He gave her the creeps and Christine sat a little taller, willing him to not sit down. He leaned over her and rested his hand on her chair. "You need to loosen up."

Voice sounded very firm, "Pay attention to everyone's hands." It seemed like an odd demand, but Christine glanced around taking in Goth man's hands, and then almost discounted muscle man, but her eyes moved passed the shoulder in her way to see muscle man was tucking something in his pants.

"Dance?" Goth man drew her attention back to him and Christine was confused, but not stupid. Voice felt threatened, and even without that Christine wasn't about to spend any time with a guy that looked at her like that.

"No."

"Come on babe, I'll rock you hard and put you away wet." He grinned evilly and Christine gritted her teeth.

"I just want to sit here." She spoke firmly, and was surprised when Goth glanced at Muscles and then just walked away, holding his hands out at if jokingly surrendering. Once they were further away Christine took a deep breath. Perhaps coming here alone, or at least physically alone, wasn't a great idea. She tugged her drink closer to her and was about to take another sip when her arm locked up.

"Look in the drink, is there any cloudiness?" Voice was demanding and Christine found her arm twisted when she tried to pull the drink to her eyes. There was a slowly floating down cloudiness to it. "They slipped you something, probably a date rape drug. Don't look around, don't alert them. Just set the drink down as if your cell phone vibrated. They are probably watching."

Shit, shit, shit, Christine thought, her heart hammering a bit as she set the drink down and fumbled to pull her phone out of her pocket. As she did that she did look around, as subtly as she could and did see those men watching her. No one had ever tried to drug her before and she didn't like thinking about how they'd follow her around until she collapsed now, or what they had planned for her tonight. She glanced at her phone as if she had a text, and tried to get her camera phone up and running, but it was too dark in the bar and the bastards were too far away.

Christine smiled as if the text was good news, making this all up as she went, and then stood up, grabbing her drink and made her way to the bar. She needed to tell someone, but the crowd at the bar was three people thick. She slipped into line, but her heart was hammering and she pretended to take sips of her drink, while not letting any of that liquid even touch her lips, so she still looked clueless.

"If you move as if you expect a friend to come in the door you could tell Pam. If we just leave, either they will follow us or they will just grab someone else." Voice told her as someone elbowed their way passed her to the bar and Christine realized even if she got up there she'd have no luck getting the bartenders attention for more than a second. Christine nodded, and moved to the doorway. The flow of people coming in was thicker than earlier.

Christine hesitantly held the door opened and looked out. Pam was handing a boy back his id, "Pam." Christine spoke up and saw the woman turned to her. "Ah,"

"Did you get your drink doll?" Pam made no motion to leave her stool, so Christine hesitantly stepped outside.

"The first drink was great." She was glad the drink Pam gave her wasn't this one, because she didn't want her first drink from a woman tainted like this. She leaned in to Pam's ear, so the other people wouldn't hear, and watched the woman's slow grin. "but someone's drugged this one." Christine shook her drink slightly. "And I'm afraid they're going to follow me when I leave." Pam's grin disappeared and she took the drink from Christine's hand and sniffed it, as if that would tell her anything. Christine had already tried that and smelled nothing.

Pam held her hand out, stopping the line of people trying to get in, and Christy noticed they stopped dead in their tracks when Pam told them to stay away. "I'm taking a break." Pam spoke up, her voice cold. Christine was surprised to find Pam's hand on her shoulder, and her talking quietly to her. "Pour out half of it, and walk in as if you're having some trouble, like you're drunk. Be a bit uncoordinated, confused, and act like you think you might get sick. Head for the bathrooms, and I'll meet you over there." Pam muttered more quietly. "We don't need these kind of jackasses here, we have enough trouble with the law." Christine ignored that last comment.

"Hey, what about us?" The first in line to come in asked, and Christine watched Pam turn to glare at him.

"You'll wait until my break is over." Pam's voice was steel and Christine was surprised that they'd just shut down letting people in for anything, but they did.

"I'll help you, I've seen someone on this before." Voice told Christine, and it was kind of odd thinking of Voice having a life before.

"Yeah, that's a good confused look. Keep that one." Pam told Christine, confusing her further, because she hadn't been making a face, but she poured half her drink out in the dirt near the door and made her way inside.

She swallowed hard a few times a minute and she squinted while looking around, as if for something, before she started around the dance floor for the bathroom. She kept her drink held out so it was clear how much was missing.

Halfway there Voice spoke up. "Spill some, or drop it and stare at it for a moment as if you don't understand how you could have done that, then continue on. We need our hands free and it will convince them it worked."

"We won't have any evidence." Christine protested quietly, but the emotions shot at her made it clear that wasn't important, so Christine did it, and then, 'accidently' kicked the glass under a booth, to make sure no one tripped over it. She glanced around and saw Goth guy grinning and watching her while elbowing his friend and pointing her out.