What's a better way to celebrate than getting drunk? Joey took about an hour to get ready. In reality he was too excited about getting a job.

Lazily getting up from his bed, he shaved, showered, wore after shave, and side parted his hair. Checking himself out in the mirror, he was ready to go.

Locking his door, Joey started walking down the front porch. He heard a rustling sound near the bushes. He stopped in his tracks, trying to see if he could hear the sound again. After a minute, he shrugged it off, and continued walking. 

The street was buzzing with activity as Joey whistled and walked. Finally reaching his destination, Joey was dismayed to see the long line of people waiting to enter the bar. Muttering to himself, Joey stood in line, rather impatiently, as he waited. 

As he kept moving forward, people pushed and fell on him, struggling to reach the tip of the line first. Joey was soon surrounded by gypsies, quite short gypsies rather. As they tried to move under his legs, Joey cursed very badly under his breath.

One of the gypsies heard him and whispered in a steely voice, "Your end is near." Joey was too worked up trying to shake one gypsy off his leg to hear her. "You'll pay," she sneered, and within a couple of seconds, she left. 

Joey sighed. He was so close, yet he felt he was so far. After five long weary minutes, he was at the front of the line. 

"ID, " the security guard asked, in a bored voice.

Joey opened his wallet, and searched for his license. He noticed a hole large enough for a card to slip through. 

"We don't have all day, " a man said angrily from the back.

The security guard shrugged and asked him to leave. When Joey thought all was lost, a woman tipped the security guard handsomely and ushered Joey inside. Joey looked in awe as he captured the woman's beauty. She was tall, and lissome, as she walked. She wore five inch black boot heels, and was in a tight red minidress, with an extremely deep neck cut. 

The woman smiled slyly, as she caught Joey gawking at her. She had put subtle make up. A tint of maroon blush, with hot pink lipstick, and gold eyeshadow. She wore thick eyeliner, making her already big eyes, wider.

Resuming her elegant gait, Joey followed her, transfixed. Once they went inside the bar, Joey lost sight of her. Shaking himself from his daze, Joey danced his way to the counter, ordering a couple of drinks. 

Joey freaked out like he had never before. He was an excellent dancer, and women were attracted from all corners of the room. The DJ changed the song, and Joey jazzed, waltzed, did modern, and contemporary break dance. 

Finally exhausted from dancing, he went back to the counter, watching everyone laugh and dance.

"Hey sexy, " a voice with a southern drawl said.

Joey looked around to find the same blonde who had led him inside. She made her way to the  chair next to him, and plopped herself. 

"What may I get for you," Joey asked, politely.

"You," the woman flirted.

Joey felt a blush creep his neck. The lady seemed mildly familiar, and Joey couldn't place a finger as to why.

Deciding to play along with her, Joey ordered two mojitoes, as he continued to talk to her.

"Wooo, this seems a little too strong, don't you think, " Joey asked the bartender.

The bartender winked at the woman in reply.

Placing a hand on his thigh, she drew circles with her thumb. Joey was clearly getting very excited. The woman sensed it, and the next minute, she grabbed his collar and asked him, "Your place or mine?"

"Yours, "Joey breathed, as he crashed his lips onto hers in urgency. The last thing he remembered of that day, was stumbling into the mysterious woman's house, totally drunk. 

...

Joey opened one of his eyes. All he could see around himself was darkness. Squeezing both his eyes shut, he opened them, only to be engulfed in more darkness. He must have had too much to drink, he thought, as he tried to bring his hands to rub his eyes.

Tried.

His hands were tied to the back. It was only then he realized he was sitting on a chair. His hands were tied to the back. His leg was legcuffed to the chair. And his butt was glued to the chair.

"Anybody there," Joey started to shout, but all that came out was air. It was a deep throaty sound. Immediately Joey felt his throat throb with pain. He couldn't swollow without grimacing.

Joey desperately struggled to untie his hands. Usually, Joey's legs were too long, and he could almost stretch his legs on the ground. But whoever tied him had tied him to a custom made chair. 

Custom made for him, precisely. His legs couldn't even reach the floor.

After a few futile attempts, the door opened, flooding a ray of light, in the dark room. Joey got a glimpse of the room. It was small and stuff. The walls were a dull gray, and the paint was almost coming off. In the corners everywhere, there were spider webs, and the place was filled with dust.

Joey could hear footsteps from a few meters away. A shadow crept its way in through the door, as he/she neared the door. Finally, the person reached the door, and swtiched on the lights.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here, " the person said.

Joey sat wide in terror.

"You,"  he gasped. 

x—————x