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Valkyrae

You and Rae had made plans to go out and celebrate her new place for almost a month at that point

Now that you finally got around to it, one step in the bar and Rae immediately regretted not looking more into the bars in the area of her new home

The place was sketchy from floor to ceiling but with sore feet from all the furniture shopping you'd done, you decided to sit down for at least one drink and rest

After ordering your drink, you got up to answer an incoming call, leaving Rae to wait for the ordered drinks

When the bartender set them down, Rae gave her a brief smile but before she could return her gaze to her phone she caught an out-of-the-corner-of-the-eye glance of the guy sitting on the bar stool left of the one you'd planted yourself in

His eyes were sizing up your glass almost too obviously for it to be just a thousand yard stare

But when she saw the small plastic bag he retreated from his pocket, she was determined to not give him even a sliver of the benefit of the doubt

The two reached for the drink at the same time, with Rae reaching it and grabbing it first

The guy had no time to react before the liquid he was about to tamper with soaked his face and shirt

And then got a second dose from Rae's own drink as well as a round of insults before she hopped off the bar stool to fetch you and, sore feet be damned, drag you to a different bar

When asked why, as to not freak you out, she said some guy was flirting rather aggressively with her

No further questions asked, you hauled ass to a different, far more welcoming bar

Toast

You'd texted him to join you for a drink after arriving at the bar yourself

Unfortunately (or rather fortunately) he arrived at the bar while you were in the bathroom, but according to your seating position description via text, as well as the drink sitting by the empty stool by the bar corresponding with your usual choice of a drink, he got a good idea of where you were seated and started heading in that direction

However, something stopped him

The sight of the guy sitting nearby getting up from his stool and heading over to your unsupervised drink

He didn't see the exact thing, but Toast was more than able to draw a solid conclusion as to what the guy was doing

One foot out of the bathroom and you immediately managed to spot him even with the dim lighting

You exchanged a quick, and pretty distracted on his part, greeting, hugging him before trying to lead him to the spot you’d chosen to occupy

But seeing the serious, downright angry look on his face told you not to move

It’s a particularly rare occurrence to find Toast with an expression this frosty and ticked-off so you too were quick to become on-edge

Following his gaze to a stranger whose back was currently facing you only arose more questions but you never got to ask them because he beat you to speaking up

“Let’s get out of here, Y/N.“

You didn’t think to ask much after that, allowing him to lead you out of the bar instead of you leading him to the barstools

You did still ask later on and were rather terrified by the answer

But also extremely relieved and grateful to have had Toast then and there

Real friends are at the right place at the right time for one another always, no?

Corpse

You and Corpse have known each other too long and too well

Both of you’d go as far as to say that there are only very few things about one another that would surprise you

However, when you’d called Corpse in near-distress from a bar you’d hit with your colleagues after work, he’d been more than surprised 

He was scared, genuinely and rightfully so

You’re not a lightweight, but you can’t exactly hold your liquor well either

Regardless, you wouldn’t be slurring-wordly drunk from a single cocktail

The room would most definitely not be spinning around you the way it was

And of course, calling it ‘a single cocktail’ could’ve been a way for you to downplay just how much alcohol you’d consumed

But it truly didn’t sound like it over the phone when you called Corpse to come pick you up cause you were certain you wouldn’t be able to drive yourself home

You too were genuinely confused by the falling-through of your sobriety under the weight of a single Margarita

That was the main reason Corpse didn’t fear a speeding ticket on your way to fetch you, keeping the gas pedal firmly grounded under his foot till he reached the bar and found you outside by the curb

Trying to ward off a guy with painfully obvious sleazy and malevolent intentions

The car had barely come to a stop when he jumped out of it, taking a stance as tall as can be, his uncovered eye glaring daggers at the creep who, upon noticing the significantly taller man present, was quick to shrivel up and crawl back into the hellhole he’d come out of, allowing you both a sigh of relief before Corpse drove you back to his place

The gravity of the situation only hit your hazy brain properly the following morning when your stomach was finally starting to disagree with the substance the creep undoubtedly inserted in your drink

Corpse was there through it all for you, offering nothing but comforting and reassuring words to bring a smile to your face despite your tear-shiny eyes