*You're at a male friend's house for his party*
You: *looking around* Ahn, ahn, are the other girls still coming? I've only seen boys since I got here.
Him: They're coming. They said they're stuck in traffic, but they'll soon be here.
You: Please ooo, they better come.
Him: Why? Are you uncomfortable?
You: Yes na. Which girl will not be uncomfortable alone in a room with four boys?
Him: Don't worry. They're coming. Nothing will happen to you. I'm here.
You: *sipping your canned malt* Well, I trust you.
Him: You've only been drinking malt since. Why don't you drink beer with us?... *pours a little beer into a cup and pushes it your way*... Drink na.
You: *shaking your head* No ooo! No. I don't take alcohol.
*The other boys notice you rejecting the drink*
Them: *chanting and waving their hands in the air* Drink! Drink! Drink!
You: *slightly embarrassed and intimidated* Okay, okay, I'll drink... *takes the beer and sips it*
Him: See? It's not that bad. Drink some more... *he pours more beer into your cup*
You: Please, where is your toilet? I want to pee.
Him: *points to a door* Walk through that door and it's the last door you'll see in the corridor.
You: Thank you... *stands up, leaving your half-finished beer in the room with them.*
Him: *as soon as you walk out* Who has the drug?
Boy 1: *pulls a white powder from his pocket and throws it to him* Here! Pour it quickly.
Him: *mixes the drug into your drink* Ehen.
Boy 2: Are you sure that's enough? Add more!
Boy 3: That's enough.
Him: What we'll do to this girl once she drinks this and falls asleep, eh. We'll fūck her wetin no good... *starts laughing and high-fiving and shaking the others. But as they hear your footsteps, they quickly compose themselves.*
You: *entering the room* I hope I didn't take too long.
Him: *smiling innocently* No ooo. You didn't. You haven't even finished your drink. Here... *hands the cup of beer to you*...
You: *drinking it* I'm actually starting to like it.
Him: See? I told you. Drink all of it, you'll enjoy it.
You drinking the beer even though you saw them add the drug to it, knowing you're about to give all of them HIV, hepatitis B, gonorrhoea, and a little generational curse:
You: *looking around* Ahn, ahn, are the other girls still coming? I've only seen boys since I got here.
Him: They're coming. They said they're stuck in traffic, but they'll soon be here.
You: Please ooo, they better come.
Him: Why? Are you uncomfortable?
You: Yes na. Which girl will not be uncomfortable alone in a room with four boys?
Him: Don't worry. They're coming. Nothing will happen to you. I'm here.
You: *sipping your canned malt* Well, I trust you.
Him: You've only been drinking malt since. Why don't you drink beer with us?... *pours a little beer into a cup and pushes it your way*... Drink na.
You: *shaking your head* No ooo! No. I don't take alcohol.
*The other boys notice you rejecting the drink*
Them: *chanting and waving their hands in the air* Drink! Drink! Drink!
You: *slightly embarrassed and intimidated* Okay, okay, I'll drink... *takes the beer and sips it*
Him: See? It's not that bad. Drink some more... *he pours more beer into your cup*
You: Please, where is your toilet? I want to pee.
Him: *points to a door* Walk through that door and it's the last door you'll see in the corridor.
You: Thank you... *stands up, leaving your half-finished beer in the room with them.*
Him: *as soon as you walk out* Who has the drug?
Boy 1: *pulls a white powder from his pocket and throws it to him* Here! Pour it quickly.
Him: *mixes the drug into your drink* Ehen.
Boy 2: Are you sure that's enough? Add more!
Boy 3: That's enough.
Him: What we'll do to this girl once she drinks this and falls asleep, eh. We'll fūck her wetin no good... *starts laughing and high-fiving and shaking the others. But as they hear your footsteps, they quickly compose themselves.*
You: *entering the room* I hope I didn't take too long.
Him: *smiling innocently* No ooo. You didn't. You haven't even finished your drink. Here... *hands the cup of beer to you*...
You: *drinking it* I'm actually starting to like it.
Him: See? I told you. Drink all of it, you'll enjoy it.
You drinking the beer even though you saw them add the drug to it, knowing you're about to give all of them HIV, hepatitis B, gonorrhoea, and a little generational curse:
*You're at a male friend's house for his party*
You: *looking around* Ahn, ahn, are the other girls still coming? I've only seen boys since I got here.
Him: They're coming. They said they're stuck in traffic, but they'll soon be here.
You: Please ooo, they better come.
Him: Why? Are you uncomfortable?
You: Yes na. Which girl will not be uncomfortable alone in a room with four boys?
Him: Don't worry. They're coming. Nothing will happen to you. I'm here.
You: *sipping your canned malt* Well, I trust you.
Him: You've only been drinking malt since. Why don't you drink beer with us?... *pours a little beer into a cup and pushes it your way*... Drink na.
You: *shaking your head* No ooo! No. I don't take alcohol.
*The other boys notice you rejecting the drink*
Them: *chanting and waving their hands in the air* Drink! Drink! Drink!
You: *slightly embarrassed and intimidated* Okay, okay, I'll drink... *takes the beer and sips it*
Him: See? It's not that bad. Drink some more... *he pours more beer into your cup*
You: Please, where is your toilet? I want to pee.
Him: *points to a door* Walk through that door and it's the last door you'll see in the corridor.
You: Thank you... *stands up, leaving your half-finished beer in the room with them.*
Him: *as soon as you walk out* Who has the drug?
Boy 1: *pulls a white powder from his pocket and throws it to him* Here! Pour it quickly.
Him: *mixes the drug into your drink* Ehen.
Boy 2: Are you sure that's enough? Add more!
Boy 3: That's enough.
Him: What we'll do to this girl once she drinks this and falls asleep, eh. We'll fūck her wetin no good... *starts laughing and high-fiving and shaking the others. But as they hear your footsteps, they quickly compose themselves.*
You: *entering the room* I hope I didn't take too long.
Him: *smiling innocently* No ooo. You didn't. You haven't even finished your drink. Here... *hands the cup of beer to you*...
You: *drinking it* I'm actually starting to like it.
Him: See? I told you. Drink all of it, you'll enjoy it.
You drinking the beer even though you saw them add the drug to it, knowing you're about to give all of them HIV, hepatitis B, gonorrhoea, and a little generational curse:
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