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I shook myself and returned to my drink.  I had just picked it up when my cell rang, I groaned aloud and answered it,
    “Hello?”  Static was the answer I received.  I picked up my drink and headed to the bathroom in search of reception.  After only a few moments I gave up, who cares?  I took the much anticipated first sip of my drink, it was unbelievably bitter.  Disappointed I dumped it down the drain and headed back for my barstool.  My three inch heel caught in a crack and I stumbled ripping the knee of my best dress pants.  This was one of those moments when all you can do is laugh, so poetically horrible that you can’t help yourself, it just tumbles out.  Several chairs scraped back at once and four hands grabbed my elbows roughly.
   “Ah, she’s ready all right.”
   “For what?”  I questioned shaking.
   “Some fun!” another answered.  Hands began to run down my body and a yelp escaped my lips.
   “What are you doing?”  I gasped.  The man in my direct line of vision pulled back his arm and the last thing I clearly remember was a fist coming towards my face.