Ayannah was ready to go have some fun. She was back in LA and she didn’t have any responsibilities for a little while. So she found herself going out to clubs more often than not. It was hard to keep her away from music, colorful lights and the promise of dancing. However, tonight she found herself separated from some of her friends. It happened every now and then. It was hard to keep track of groups of drunk girls, especially when nobody could hear their phone.
Ayannah found herself hanging out at the bar, taking a bit of a break from the dance floor. She had not noticed the guy that had followed her. He had been trying to dance with her for most of the night, and Ayannah managed to dance away from him every time. She ordered herself a vodka lemonade and watched carefully as the bartender made it. Her parents had engrained this practice in her. The unwanted guy sat right next to her and started trying to talk. Just to keep things to the point, she quickly told him, “I’m not interested.” To which the man had a vile response of “You don’t have to be a cunt”.
Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her drink and got up, only to be stopped by his hand on her arm. “Hey! Back up!” She said raising her voice slightly, to try to get him to leave her alone. Finally the guy let go of her arm, and she quickly tried to make her way to a different area so she could try to round up her friends. Halfway to her destination, she felt a hand on her shoulder and she immediately tried to yell over the music. “I said no, asshole!” As soon as she turned she realized she had made a mistake. It was someone from the site, and not the creep from the bar. “Oops! Sorry.. thought you were someone else”