The man stood still for a moment. The woman passed out in his arms shortly after their hot play. Confused by what to do, the man carried Lisa while peering from behind the toilet cubicle.

'Hopefully no one else is in the toilet.' He thought. Their business wouldn't end there if a visitor saw the man carrying a beautiful woman who was lying conscious and messy. historical

The man then slowly came out of the toilet together with Lisa in his arms. He tiptoed his steps toward the exit, 'Don't get the attention of other visitors, you can do it later!'

As he paced back and forth looking for a way out, he suddenly realized that he didn't know where Lisa lived! 'I don't know who to ask.' The man was still carrying Lisa and walked aimlessly before finally deciding to take her to the bar where the woman was sitting before.

Dimas the bartender had just finished washing cocktails and accidentally glanced at Lisa who was lying side by side with a strange man. He became a little worried, what did that man do to Lisa?

The stranger raised his finger and asked, "Bartender! I'll take mineral water and milk if you have one!"

Dimas nodded, took a bottle of mineral water and a glass of milk. The foreign man tried to drink milk to the woman in the hope that the alcohol's poisonous effect on Lisa would wear off soon.

Alas, Lisa did not wake up. Woe to him for draining her energy in that toilet's cubicle.

"What's wrong with her, sir?" Asked the bartender in a worried tone, his hand still carrying a cloth, his apron still attached.

"Oh, she passed out, for some reason. Maybe she drank too much. I don't know." The stranger replied to Dimas. His face looked worried and confused.

As a bartender who had worked for five years, Dimas understood the consequences that Lisa got when she consumed too much alcohol in a night. It's not new for Dimas to see Lisa getting drunk every time the woman stopped by the Sky Lounge. But Lisa had gone too far this time. Dimas had never seen her so drunk that she passed out.

"Do you know where Lisa lives?"

"Excuse me, I suppose you're Miss Lisa's friend?"

"No, we just met."

"What did you do to Lisa?"

"Not your business."

"You.. You did that thing to my friend Lisa, didn't you? Just because you're Caucasian you think you could do as you wish to my people!?"

"Hey, calm down.There is no compulsion between me and Lisa. We were truly consensual."

"Making love to a drunk woman? You jerk!!"

"Please tell me where Lisa lives, at least I am responsible."

"I'll just take her home. I know exactly her house." The bartender argued. Dimas would not let Lisa be escorted by a strange man, especially the one she just met tonight!

"Okay, may I come with you?"

"No need. Let me take care of her." Said the bartender firmly.

"Well, I beg you to say goodbye..."

The stranger left Lisa at the bar counter with Dimas who then hurried over to take her home. The tall man then disappeared from sight and no longer poked the bridge of his nose. Lisa's one night stand man with a tall, slender figure and golden curls also clear blue eyes probably would never be seen again at the same nightclub.

Dimas asked permission from his manager to go home early because he had to take Lisa home. Always ended up being Lisa's personal driver, he thought.

"Lis lis, you're always such a bother!" Dimas said irritably.

He then took Lisa to the parking lot to drive her home. It had become a routine for Dimas besides mixing alcohol and cleaning the bar counter to take Lisa home since they both knew each other several years ago.

Dimas began to ask himself about the strange man who brought Lisa to the bar counter. Was that foreign man Lisa's colleague? Or Lisa's new boyfriend? Why did he never hear the story about that man from Lisa's own mouth? Moreover, that man had acted perverted! Dimas was sure of that. What else would a foreign man, especially a European man, do with a local woman who got drunk in a toilet stall!?

Dimas then started the engine. Before he sped into the streets of the capital that was starting to be deserted, he checked all of Lisa's belongings so that the woman wouldn't miss anything.

Lisa, who had fainted, finally fell asleep in Dimas's car seat. Every now and then Dimas heard her moaning and delirious speech.

"Hnngh, what's your name, sir?" The woman was delirious in the back seat of the car. Dimas just frowned when he heard that and still focused on driving his car.

"Ah, you really are crazy, Lis!" He grumbled to himself.