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TMF State Level Smart Alumni held at JC garden, Chennai

TMF State Level Smart Alumni held at JC garden, Chennai, on 29th May 2019, preceded by chief guest, honorable Minister K. Pandiarajan, fostered a sense of continuous learning and strengthened community ties.

[It was just after talking to Daniel, where her anger got the best of her and she truly wanted to escape the club social. Erica felt a bit unstable in her heels, but it was nothing she couldn't pull herself through. The bathroom was the sanctuary her mind was thinking about. She had needed to pee before, but now the weight of her bladder made it so that she would explode if she did not reach a toilet soon enough. Winding among a maze of bodies, Erica finally found the door with a little woman in a skirt. "Oh thank heavenly Jesus..." she whispered to herself as she let herself in. Immediately she was blinded by the fluorescent lighting that lit the pink room. She squinted and blinked her eyes in order to adjust to the new setting. The room was set up with three stalls on the left side of the bathroom with a giant marble counter, with three porcelain sinks ensconced within. The mirror was wide and bordered in wood. She walked up to the sink to run the water because for some reason she got pee fright, and the sound of running water helped her. 

Because she was drunk, the water faucet was a challenge. The nozzle was not clearly labeled hot or cold, so it took her a few minutes to get that to turn the nozzle to the right let out hot water and to the left, cold. It took another minute to get the temperature right. Of course she truly didn't need to adjust the temperature, but once she stuck her hand under the stream, she wanted a comfortable setting. All this, just to pee. And by the time she had figured out the mechanics of the faucet, she had to take a minute to remember that her bladder was about to burst. She giggled to herself and raised her eyes to meet her gaze in the mirror. But she met other figures too.

Two masked figured stood on either side of her. Before she had time to do anything else, they man-handled her and gagged her up. Erica frantically twisted about, her throat hoarse from the screech that couldn't be heard, her tongue brushing up against the bunched up rag that filled her mouth. She felt strong hands around her arms. The touch burned her. She didn't know what was happening. So scared, she peed herself.

"Baby Roth needs a changin',"

"They never potty trained her, aw poor girl." Both of her capturers howled with uncontrollable laughter, exchanging exclamations that belittled the girl they were tying up with rope. Tears streamed down Erica's cheeks. On top of being scared out of her mind, she was humiliated that this was the way she would be immortalized; if they were to kill her right now. She was blindfolded and whisked away. Being carried this way was not what she considered enchanting in any way. 

"You know what we're going to do?" asked one of the masked strangers when she finally felt her feet touch the floor. "You're an Elite and we want what your kind's got. Now that we have you, and others, held hostage. We're gonna do with you what we like. Of course a deal can always be made. But in order to do so, your people have to come to us. Tick-tock Roth..."

Erica, who always paid no mind to what her last name meant, was finally getting it. Her father was an infamous stock brother. Money, territory, fame. She is an Elite. 'Your people' was referring to her family. Family...tick tock? It took her a few minutes to realize what he was referring to. Erica could feel the sneer plastered beneath the mask of the man standing before her. Time was running out, there was a fucking bomb strapped to her stomach. Erica let out another loud, muffled screech. Her body shaking violently with fear.

Rescue finally came. The taunting and threats she had to endure were traumatizing. Erica, little New Jersey girl, never expected her life to amount to this. She didn't know what she was getting into. Now she's bitten off a piece of the bad apple.]

I didn't open up a fucking club for little high schoolers to be running around everywhere. I seriously need a drink. [Austin walks over to the bar, sitting down on a stool.] Bushmills. And maybe some pot. You got pot? No, oh, okay. Then just the whiskey's fine. [He looks around, a little nervous as he wonders if he's even smart enough to own a club.]

What kind of name is that? For a club? Is that a new trick strippers do these days? Revolving and..instead of 69, it's somehow a freaky 64 move....I don't get it. But hey, I'm here. I'm looking to have some fun. Any opportunity for a good night is welcome. Oh, you like my dress? Thank you. I made it.