Mixed Drinks

On Ladies nights in New Orleans, hundreds of single women flock to infamous Bourbon Street Bars in search of free drinks and hopefully meeting Mr. Right. Cheap drinks tend to bring out even cheaper men also on the prowl to find Mrs. Right Now. Copious amounts of well brand liquid courage can help turn seemingly innocent flirtations into a night of drunken sloppy sex which is a guaranteed nasty hangover covered in regret. The long walk of shame is time to reflect on what happened and vow to never partake in such festivities at least until the following week. This is exactly what Patrick is counting on. Patrick is an attractive male in his early thirties, extremely charming and loves to take advantage of drunk girls. He calls himself the Bushwolfe. He knows ever bartender in the French Quarter but never hits the same one during the same week. He prides himself on how many virgins he has banged and is a local legend amongst all the frat houses at Tulane. He's the worst kind of predator because everyone loves him and no one can seem to resist him. Until tonight.

It's a typical Thursday night. Patrick walks slowly into his favorite bar. He takes off his expensive jacket, drapes it over the backside of the bar stool, and sits at the far right end of the so he can watch people passing on the street. He had an awful day at work and clearly needs to relax and forget his troubles. Patrick motions to the bartender for his usual poison. He pours him straight whiskey and slides the shot over to him. Without a moments hesitation, he throws back the shot and a look of satisfaction consumes his face. He orders three more and finishes them with the same amount of urgency. He lets out a huge sigh of relief. The Bushwolfe is ready to hunt. He unsuccessfully scopes the bar for an attractive female to spend the evening with. A barely twenty-one year old, minx of a girl, struts up to his side of the bar. Patrick exchanges flirtatious eye contact with the young lady. The bartender motions to make his usual whiskey. Patrick shakes his head no and signals for two martinis. The bartender approvingly nods and winks at Patrick. Patrick reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a small round pill and drops it into the females drink. He sadistically smiles at the girl and with such enormous arrogance, walks the drugged beverage over to her.

Her back is turned to him, so he taps her on the shoulder flashing his charming smile, hands her the martini and sits down next to her. The hot girl accepts his advances and seductively licks her lips. At that exact moment her boyfriend walks up to the bar. He is a typical meathead, frat boy. He grabs his girlfriend by the arm, and drags her out the bar.

Patrick sulks a little, but then notices another equally attractive female sitting at the other end of the bar. He grabs the drinks and sits down next to her. She smiles and appears to be interested. He slides the spiked martini over to her and she accepts. Patrick gets aroused watching her slowly take a sip of the drink. Patrick’s cell phone goes off ruining the moment. He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. A picture of him passionately kissing a curvy blond with the name Sugar nipples is easily seen by the woman. He silences the ringer and the woman throws the closest martini, which is PATRICK’S, in his face. Patrick wipes the drink off his face, and out of his eyes, as he unknowingly finishes the only drink left, which is the one he has drugged. The Bartender cuts lemons and grins as Patrick storms back to his original seat. Patrick is furious and is ready to drink himself into a diabetic coma. The bartender pours him his usual shot of whiskey. Patrick inhales it and holds up three fingers, signaling more shots. Defeat oozes off his face.

He notices Shauna, an oddly attractive woman ,wearing risque clothing, undressing him with her eyes from across the bar. His vision is a little blurry, due to the alcohol and drugs. She motions to the seat next to him. Patrick gestures to the open stool next to him. Shauna grabs her purse and quickly walks over to him. Patrick offers to buy her a drink and reaches into his coat pocket, but decides not to spike her drink. From close range, her clothing insinuates Shauna is a prostitute. This will be his easiest conquest ever. He checks his wallet for cash. There is more than enough money for her fee. He pays for their drinks. Shauna sits next to Patrick and rubs his back with her right hand and uses her left hand to massage his inner thigh. She whispers into his ear. A naughty, delightful smile crosses Patrick’s face, as his eyes light up. They quickly finish their drinks. He tries to stand up and is feeling the effects of the multiple whiskeys and the drug. He picks up his coat and throws it over his shoulder. She grabs her purse. Delightfully, they exit the bar arm in arm. She guides him the whole way.

Patrick wakes up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed. He has a horrible headache which is something foreign to him. He rolls over and sees Shauna sleeping in sexy lingerie. Her back is turned to him.. He is pleased with his conquest, even if he cannot remember the entire evening. He slides over to spoon Shauna and closes his eyes. He seductively rubs her stomach and passionately makes his way down to her crotch. He feels something strangely familiar and pulls his hand away. Shauna wakes up with a grin across her face, grabs his hand and forces it on her huge cock which is now fully erect. She friskily rolls over and on top of Patrick and her wig falls off, revealing she is the man in the picture on the night stand. Patrick’s eyes pop with panic. He looks like he just saw the inside of hell and runs out the apartment giving new meaning to the walk of shame and mixed drinks.