The Drunk

I'm not normally one to pass judgement, but something about him makes me uneasy. I start to cross over to the other side of the street, hoping he won't notice me. Unfortunately, he does. He stumbles up to me, unkempt and reeking of pipe smoke and ale.

"Hey...whas a...hic...girl like you doin' out all by 'er self? Ya want some company?" he slurs, coming far too close for comfort. I step back and soon find myself backed up against the tavern's wall. I've faced down drunks before (I was in college, after all) but usually at least had some friends with me. Looking around, I don't anyone else on the street at the moment. I feel terribly alone.

I make a move to get away, but the man grabs my arm with frightening strength and pushes me back up against the wall. "Come on now, honey...don't be runnin' off just yet!" he says, a lecherous look in his eyes.

1. "Let me go!" I cry futiley. Ignoring my protests, he begins to tear away the bodice of my dress.
2. I give him a swift kick to the groin. He doubles over in pain, and I take off down the street.
3. Another patron exits the tavern, and seeing my distress, confronts my accoster.
4. A town watchman happens upon the scene.

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