It was well decorated. The inside comfortable and welcoming, just like the outside appearance. However, the people were the opposite.

I pulled on my hood to make sure it was secure, and did the same to my mask. This would look conspicuous in any other setting, but here I wasn’t even close to the most hidden.

Not wanting to linger in the doorway for too long, I made my way to the bar. Barely any patrons even glanced in my direction.

“Can I get you anything?” the bartender asked in a low, bored voice. He didn’t even look up. This place is perfect! I really need to have more meetings here.

“Hmm, alicorn spirit,” I said.

He scoffed, “Waiting for someone, eh?

I didn’t answer. Instead I turned and scanned the tavern, trying to find the someone I was, in fact, waiting for.

A minute later, the bartender tapped me, “Drink’s ready.”

I turned and grabbed the weak, shimmering drink. Taking a sip as I placed the three round chips on the counter. Then I shifted, about to walk away.

“Miss.”

I looked at the bartender.

“You might not want to turn away next time someone makes your drink,” he said quietly.

My stomach dropped, and not just from what he just said. I was already feeling nauseous. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵. Rookie mistake. The floor swayed and the room spun around me. Whatever he put in the drink was strong, very strong.

As the ground started reaching up at me, I could barely hear the bartender say, “Well, someone’s had a bit too much to drink.”

A low, booming chorus laughter.

Then dark.

(First thing I’ve written, hope it’s ok! Should I continue?)