ok..my chloroed wristbands are cleverly hidden under the edge of my Santa jacket's sleeves.
I strut around, a flute of Champagne in my hand, pretending to enjoy the party, looking for the first bitch to put out.
I need to be careful. The chloroform is very strong and I am already feeling dizzy, so better I keep my arms well stretched in front.
I feel someone behind me. One hand touching and caressing my round buttocks. Fine.
Oh, well, darling, whoever you are, you are going to be my first victim. I turn and lift my hands,
pressing the wrists into the girl's face and keeping them in position until the poor lady goes limp and drops onto me
moaning softly, her groan followed by a louder noise of broken glasses as the tray she was carrying crashes to the floor scattering around all its content.
The poor waitress is lying now unconscious at my feet. I smile and look innocently around, then I quickly push the out cold bitch, making her roll under the near table,
hiding her behind the long table clothe. Ok, one mistake can happen. Better I pay more attention and ..what...? Damn. I have lost my wristbands.
Probably the waitress pulled them off my arms as she fell and now it is impossible to find them on the dark floor.
That is unacceptable. I have to play fair and honest now. May be I can approach my friend Roberta and put her out. We are friends after all....
