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Ryan decided to spend his saturday evening in a bar. He was a bit tipsy and needed to pee. He searched for the toilet, scared he might die with all the people's feet he could trip over.
He entered the bathroom. Suprisingly there was nobody in there. Or at least Ryan thought so. He could hear the loud music echoing through the hall. Suddenly another sound registered in his mind. Slapping and shallow moaning. That's not a huge suprise. It's a bar, and also past 7 pm.
“Why the fuck wasn’t the door locked? Weirdos.” Ryan thought to himself. He opened the door due to his own curiosity. Probably even weirder than them. Something just made him do it.
There were two.. weird looking guys? He knew them. Ryan had seen them here before. Talked to them before. They didn’t like Ryan a lot.
Translat and AO3.
Of course it was. He remembered the way their voices sounded. The way they looked. The way Ryan got his head stuck in the toilet by them both. He did not miss that.
What would happen this time? Would they shoot him? But.. honestly, anyone who didn’t lock the door was asking for trouble
It took a few seconds before they realised that Ryan was staring at them.
The Ryan.
Which they hated.
Translat and ao3 shouted at Ryan as they clumsily got dressed.
“You fucking voyeurist!” Translat yelled.
”I’m gonna drown you in the toilet this time!” Ao3 then screamed.
Oh lord they were furious. I didn’t take them too serious. They wouldn’t genuinely kill me over this, right? I can deal a few punches.
Well - soon enough I was being dragged towards a staircase by both of them. I tried to free myself but I just couldn’t.
Ao3 whispers in my ear, “I guess this means goodbye, Ryan.”
What the fuck?
Before I realised it I was rolling down the stairs. I wonder what sober me will be thinking about whatever the fuck this is.
Why was this staircase so long? And why did it feel like I rolled for 30 minutes?
At least I wasn’t dead. Like they probably wanted me to be.
This was really hard to comprehend after 2 beers.
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The next moring I woke up where I was left; at the end of those stairs.
My whole body was aching. And I had a massive headache.
I think this is a sign to never visit a bar again. Specifically those in my area.
I had to orientate myself before I used all my strength to walk up those stairs and find back home.
Damn. That wasn’t just kink shame but kink abuse.
Translat and ao3 could’ve just told me they don’t enjoy being watched. It’s not my fault they’re too fucking dumb to close those goddamn doors. (Ha… ha.. Havent you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door… Panic at the disco…?? No..? Okay.)
I gladly ended up never seeing translat and ao3 ever again. Well. He hoped to never see them again.