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nearby table that could barely fit two people at it. His hand reached inside his pocket and pulled out a small clear tube. He moved quickly, but Claire noticed clear liquid dripping from the tube into one of the shot glasses. An overly excited grin was plastered the man’s face, reminiscent of a young boy that realized he was about to lose his virginity.
                  Claire knew he had evil intentions and that he planned on using that drink to score with some girl he would’ve otherwise had no shot with. She quickly chugged her drink and jumped from her chair as the bartender turned to help another customer. If Claire was going to do something, she needed to act fast.
                  She followed the man back to the other side of the bar where he placed the drinks next to a hot blond in tight fitting skinny jeans and a low cut blouse. Seeing the girl wrap her fingers around the shot glass forced Claire to relive the worst night of her life.
                  Blurred images of a man leading her out of a bar filled her mind. The cold night air stung her skin as they made their way to a car. She loosely remembered a firm hand rubbing her leg while she did her best to stay awake. The hand wasn’t forceful, it was almost loving as if the man believed what he was doing was consensual. But it wasn’t. She never wanted that and she was sure this girl didn’t either.
                  Claire came to her senses as she watched the woman raise the glass to her lips. She was out of time. Claire hurried over to the woman and tried her best to act like a bubbly air head.
                  “Oh my god, I love that bag. Where’d you get it?” The woman looked at Claire like she had five heads and slowly put down the shot glass. Claire’s eyes stared at the sparkling royal blue clutch that sat on the bar.
                  The woman shook her head and appeased Claire. “My girlfriend got it for me at the mall.”
                  The answer was meant to brush Claire off, but she took it as she needed to be more forceful. She inserted herself between the woman and the man who tried drugging her. There wasn’t much time before one of them asked her to leave and she needed to find a way to get rid of the drink,
                  Claire positioned herself in front of the man blocking his access to either shot glass. She rambled on about how that color blue was her favorite and would match a dress she’s been dying to wear. The idle chit-chat bored and annoyed both, but it provided the much needed distraction Claire’s fingers lightly traced the rim of one shot glass and moved it next to the one the woman tried to drink. Her hand switched to the drugged drink and inched it back towards the man.
                  Once the switch was complete, Claire excused herself and watched to make sure the devil took the bait. He downed the drink, not knowing what he consumed, and smiled at the thought of getting lucky.
                  Claire kept her eye on the less than happy couple. He was slurring his words after twenty minutes and was falling over himself. The woman he was attempted to drug left with another guy. Claire knew something had to be done about creeps like him. She thought giving him a taste of his own medicine would teach him a lesson, but knew he would inevitably strike again. Next time it could be her or Becky or Sheila.
                  Claire used the man’s vulnerability as her moment to strike. She hurried to his side before he fell off the bar stool.
                  “Hey there,” he said. His words began to slur again. “You looks ot. You wants to back house n fuck?”
                  His boldness surprised her. Claire wondered how much fight this guy had left in him and momentarily second guessed her decision. But knowing what he tried to do to the other woman infuriated her and