#paraclark

Dahlia’s smiled tightened as the man in front of her continued to make crude suggestions about exactly how she could help him. It took everything in her not to say “fuck it” and dump something on his head. She had only just gotten hired a few days prior though and didn’t want to get fired already so she just ignored the man’s words and moved to collect the empty glasses in front of him. She hated drunk men, they were unpredictable and that worried her. Her breath caught when she felt him grab her forearm in a tight grip. “Let go.” She said as forcefully as she could, though it had no effect on the guy. He just pulled her a little closer and started whispering his filthy suggestions in her ear, his alcohol tainted breath wafting over her face, causing her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. “Let go of my arm.” She ordered again, she could feel her panic rising and knew she wouldn’t be able to keep it in much longer. Her wide eyes darted around the restaurant looking for someone to help her. They locked on her boss and all she could do was stare at him pleadingly as she tried to keep her panic at bay.