You open your mouth and tell him what you think he wants to hear. You tell him you're lost, and a bit confused. "I-I was looking for the exit, I ended up down here…" You stagger a little, as if bombed out of your mind.

He raises an eyebrow at you, you think you see his nostrils twitch slightly. "Oh really?" He asks, taking a step towards you.

You nod, "Yes sir."
 

Suddenly his hand is around your throat and your pressed against the back wall.  "Why don't you tell me the truth now?" He hisses at you.  You're all for that now, but you can't seem to manage any words at all. In fact, you're having a big problem with breathing. "Eek." You manage to squeak before everything goes black.

You wake up several hours later in the back of a cab, with some guy named Vinnie. Apparently this is the Raven's 'designated driver' program. You wrack your brain trying to remember, but you have no idea how many drinks you had.
 

Sitting up, you cradle your aching head. "God, I wish I could remember what I drank." Your fingers then drop from your temples to the side of your neck. A spark of memory flashes across your brain, and you whisper, "Or maybe…who drank me?"