Crimes and Punishment

I was really, extremely bored while Morris was busy driving to the bar he was pertaining to. I really want to take a nap, but I feel like I'm being so rude if I will just let Morris do his business. "I guess we should eat first. It looks like we're heading to Mars. This is taking us so long!" I noticed. Morris chuckled, then asked where I wanted to eat. "Let's just go to McDonald's. I don't want to eat a heavy meal since I want to drink." Morris pulled over when we saw the nearest McDonald's. We immediately got out of the car and went straight to the line at the counter. We decided to just eat dine-in and not to have a drive-thru since Morris would have a hard time eating if we chose the latter one. "Look for a table. I will order," Morris said. I turned to look at the entire fast food place; the area wasn't particularly crowded; it was just in between. Even if I don't look for a table right now, I am sure that we will have a table. "There's a lot of tables, don't worry, it’s

Annoyed, I was tying Tasha's hair. How, here she is, sitting down on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet, and almost letting out everything in her internal organs. "Fuck... it's like I can still taste my food from last night," she whispered. My face crumbled as I rubbed her back. She vomited again after poking her own throat. "What the hell did you even drink?" I asked, wondering. We haven't been here for two hours but here she is, vomiting immediately. "I don't fucking know! I think that is a spiked drink!" she murmured. As I exited the cubicle and made my way to my bag, which was in the lavatory, I noticed two other women entering the comfort room. They were almost in the same situation as us, one of them was visibly drunk as her friend helped her. Tasha and the new girl were vomiting together. I was busy digging wet wipes out of my purse when the other girl leaned into the lavatory next to me. "I like your lipstick. What's that?" she smirked. I laughed, "Oh, it's Chanel'