. º Choke me º .
A night like last one in the pub is always so much fun. Until someone grabs you by your throat.
It all started off great, I'd slept at Gido's, spent the day there and that night we went to the milkywoods. It was great, I met new people, the pub was filled with friends, I had really good conversations and I got drunk without paying a penny.
There was this guy who I kinda knew already, the kind of friend you usually only say a few words to and only joke around with, while you don't even know his name. Well this was one of those, and we'd kinda been having fun that night, insulting each other and stuff, just the light-hearted kind of cussing.
Eventually somewhere that night I passed him to go to the bathroom and he took me in a headlock with his arm around my throat and all. This was all very funny and stuff but I had to go pee. Now this is a strong guy, a lot bigger than me. So I couldn't get him off by struggling, all I could do was bite. So I did.
He lets go and I hear people laughing as I go to the bathroom. I hear him cussing and all but I figure it's all in good fun. Well, that was wrong of me to think, apperantly, because next thing I know when I come out again, he's got me by my throat.
It takes atleast three people (Probably a bit more, I wasn't that sober at the time) to get him off me. My sister pushes me outside where her friends are waiting as the guy is being held inside. The pub was already closing se we were the last people there.
Turns out the guy has had skin cancer and is all freaky about scars. He was screaming at me that the bite mark was going to become one, too. But it's that look in his eyes that scared me the most. I've seen that look too many times and I do not like it one bit..
*sigh* Weekends always know how to end with a bang.
It all started off great, I'd slept at Gido's, spent the day there and that night we went to the milkywoods. It was great, I met new people, the pub was filled with friends, I had really good conversations and I got drunk without paying a penny.
There was this guy who I kinda knew already, the kind of friend you usually only say a few words to and only joke around with, while you don't even know his name. Well this was one of those, and we'd kinda been having fun that night, insulting each other and stuff, just the light-hearted kind of cussing.
Eventually somewhere that night I passed him to go to the bathroom and he took me in a headlock with his arm around my throat and all. This was all very funny and stuff but I had to go pee. Now this is a strong guy, a lot bigger than me. So I couldn't get him off by struggling, all I could do was bite. So I did.
He lets go and I hear people laughing as I go to the bathroom. I hear him cussing and all but I figure it's all in good fun. Well, that was wrong of me to think, apperantly, because next thing I know when I come out again, he's got me by my throat.
It takes atleast three people (Probably a bit more, I wasn't that sober at the time) to get him off me. My sister pushes me outside where her friends are waiting as the guy is being held inside. The pub was already closing se we were the last people there.
Turns out the guy has had skin cancer and is all freaky about scars. He was screaming at me that the bite mark was going to become one, too. But it's that look in his eyes that scared me the most. I've seen that look too many times and I do not like it one bit..
*sigh* Weekends always know how to end with a bang.