Mickey Finn

The three women on the dance floor were laughing, dancing and enjoying themselves, oblivious to the men buzzing around them like wasps at a jam jar. They were the very definition of beauty, all different, but all beautiful. There was something for every taste, slim, curved, taller, shorter, blonde, brunette and redhead. Their eyes sparkled, their smiles radiated and their laughter reverberated. The more they smiled, the more the men took notice but the more they took notice the more they were ignored.

Karla needed a break; she couldn’t keep this up. She signalled to the other two that she was going to the toilet and then to the bar. The others nodded, yelled that she was a lightweight and carried on dancing. Karla headed through the throng of people.  She was alone now, but still smiling. She loved nights like these, pack up all your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile. She’d no idea why the words to the old song her dad used to sing to her came into her mind while she was peeing, but it perfectly summed up the evening.

Mickey had noticed the girls had split up and recognised this was his opportunity. He thanked his lucky stars that it was the one that he’d had his eye on who had been separated from the pack. He went on the prowl, stalking his prey. He could see she was going to the toilet. He’d wait for her by the bar, buy her a drink and she’d soon fall for his charms. Everyone fell for Mickey’s charms one way or another.

He was leaning against the bar as she approached, his plan was working perfectly. Karla was still smiling, she’d get three bottles of beer for the girls and then get back to the dance floor.

‘You looked good up there love.’ She looked in the direction of the voice and saw a smallish man with pinprick eyes.

‘Thanks’ she said trying to get the barman’s attention.

‘ Three bottles of Bud please.’ She shouted over the music. The barman smiled his understanding and turned to get the drinks.

‘Let me buy these for you love.’ Pinprick put his arm around her shoulders.  

‘Er you’re alright.’ Karla said, getting money out of her purse and brushing the stranger off her.  

‘Ooo think you’re too good for the likes of me do you?’

Karla looked at the pinprick in amazement, who’d rattled his cage?

‘No, but I can pay for my own drinks thank you very much.’ She took a swig of her beer while waiting for her change.

‘Only joking love. Listen why don’t you stay here for a bit and have chat?’

‘No, it’s okay I’m with my friends.’  Karla went to move away but pinprick put his hand on her arm.

‘Why don’t you dance with me then, I am sure we’d fit perfectly together.’

Karla winced, what a line.

‘Thanks but it’s a girls’ night out.’ Karla’s eyes were caught by something.

‘What did you just do?’ she shouted at the man.

‘Nothing’ he said putting his hands up like a footballer to show his innocence.

‘You put something in my drink?’

‘No I never.’

‘You drink it then.’ She forced the bottle into his hand. He let it fall to the floor before he grabbed her arm again.

‘Get off me,’ Karla yelled, ‘get off me you pig.’

‘Now listen love,’ Mickey had a firm hold of her. ‘Why don’t I buy you a new beer and we’ll forget all about this?’  A crowd had formed around the rowing couple and bouncers were moving towards them, but they were not needed. Karla brought her knee up and caught Pinprick right in his pin prick. He crumpled letting go of her arm which she swung round catching his nose with her elbow. He dropped to his knees.

The music had stopped, everyone was staring at Karla and the man on the floor.

‘This fucking rapist just tried to slip me a mickey finn,’ she shouted.

Mickey  moaned on the floor. Karla’s two mates came to her hugging her. The bouncers left the women alone, dragging a barely conscious pinprick out of the club and signally to the DJ that he could start up the music.