Lynn’s memory of the evening was hazy. She remembered the first few drinks, telling herself she’d only have one or two and then she’d go home, but her mind was foggy after that. Events ran through her head like skipping scenes in a movie, each one loud and vibrant and separated by countless minutes of blur and static. One event in particular stuck in Lynn’s head. A woman had joined for a drink and while she couldn’t remember what they had talked about, Lynn was certain she’d gotten up, claiming she was ready to go home. Instead, the woman, grinning a little too wildly, took her by the arm and began leading her out of the bar herself, claiming she’d get her a Uber.
Another time lapse. Her vision was filled with shadows and shapes she didn’t recognize, but she could hear someone speaking at her side, followed by a warm kiss to her cheek. Something tacky was left behind on her skin. Lipstick maybe? Time slowed and somewhere in the back of her mind Lynn knew something was wrong. It wouldn’t matter. Her world went dark then.