Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20200107144843/@comment-44464716-20200107224450

At first, I wonder what I must've drank to now be seeing a flaming circle above my head and hearing ominous music. But I don't drink, so that can't be it.

Then I see my Dhampir wife approaching with that... I think infuriated expression? Reading expressions is not a strong point of mine even when I can think straight, let alone when I'm recovering from... whatever it was.

"Hello, dear." I say while holding my head, trying to think straight. "What happened last night?"

To my surprise, she helps me sit up straight. "You don't remember?!" I can't tell if she sounds angry or concerned; maybe both? Although, that may be because I can hardly hear her over the sound of that music.

"The last thing I remember is going with my friends to the bar so I could drive them home safely. The rest is a blank." I ask her, trying to sound as concerned as I am, and I am concerned, "What happened? Also, do you hear any ominous music or see a flaming disk above my head?"

Her eyes widen; I know that look: alarm. "No; I've been looking for you all night!" Then she processed the other part of what I said. "Music? I hear it too. I think it's someone's music player. As for a flaming disc..." She looks up above my head. "Nope; no disc."

"Ugh;" I grumble as I try to get up. "My head hurts more than the time your mother tried to drop a chandelier on me, I'm hallucinating, and I can't remember a thing." Then, as I get up, I feel something in my left pocket. I pull it out: it's a piece of a horn of some kind. As I hold it in my hand, my wife smells it.

"It's a Satyros horn. Why is that in your pocket?"

Suddenly, pieces come back to me, and I tell my wife what I'm remembering: I'm in the bar, but my every movement is... really awkward, and I'm yelling at a Satyros.

"You put alcohol in my drink! You got me drunk!" I remember some guy; her husband, maybe, push me into a wall. I punched back. He shoved again, and I reached for a purchase; accidentally grabbing her right horn as I fell down.

"So, they got you drunk and then threw you out." My wife sighs. "At least that Satyros will hopefully think twice before putting alcohol in someone's drink without asking them. Let's get you home."

With her helping me stay up, we eventually get back home. My wife calls me in sick for me, and I drink plenty of water and rest for a bit. After my nap, I feel good as new. Since my wife and I have the day off, we decide to spend the day in one another's arms...