They're at a bar. The Salty Spitter is the name of it. Crip had eyed it while walking in behind Randy. It's really..loud.
There's football playing on every tv, and many men. Like a lot of men. Very few women are in here, much to Crips surprise.

Randy: "Are you not gonna drink?"

Crip quickly looks over to Randy, who's actually on his fourth drink.

Crip: "I uh..don't drink."

Randy: "Yeah yeah, I get that squirt, but you gotta try tonight. It's my treat."

Crip swallows nervously: "What do I get?"

Randy grins: "Try a beer. Then we'll go up from there."

Go up? Oh god..

Soon enough Crip has the beer in front of him. It's something called 'tap' beer, whatever the hell that means. This was all so unfamiliar with him.
And yet despite his better judgement, he slowly takes a sip, and instantly makes a face.
Randy starts to laugh loudly, and then pats him on the shoulder.

Randy: "It gets better the more you drink."

Crip ends up drinking it just to be polite, but then it turns into three more drinks, and boy is it hot in here now. He feels like he's blushing. Is he blushing?

Randy sets down his last glass, letting out a satisfied exhale.

Randy: "You good? How do you feel?"

Crip: "It's...hot."

Randy smiles a bit: "Oh so you're one of those drunks."

Crip blinks, a bit confused. What's that supposed to mean?

Randy: "Come on, let's get you home before you pass out on me."

Home. That sounded great.

Randy ends up having to help Crip up the stairs and even hold him up while he got his keys and opened the door. It opened too easily.

Crip: "Huh?"

Crip questions, as Randy let's go of him and heads to his own apartment.

Randy: "Good luck with the hangover squirt! You're gonna need it."
He grins closing the door to his apartment.

Crip returns his attention to his apartment door.

Crip: "Victor?"
He calls, and pushes it open.
He should really get a better lock...but then would Victor be able to get in?

He smiles warmly at the thought. Would Victor be mad he's been out drinking so late? Would he punish him? Would he kiss him? The endless possibilities.

As he enters, its dark. Crip flicks on the light, and there's nobody there.

Crip frowns a bit. It seemed like Victor would be here..the door was unlocked.

Did he go looking for him?

Crip: "Victor?"

He calls again, and after not hearing a response, he shrugs it off. He locks the door, and heads to his bedroom.

He opens the bedroom door, and as soon as he steps through, somebody grabs him and puts a rag over his mouth.
It smells strong. Disgusting..

It doesn't take long for him to pass out.