Rescue Lindsay
From Torg Adventure
You think about your options. You have some interesting choices. On one hand, you have the two lovelies, Donna and the drunken Winona. You have the chance to immediately score with the two of them. On the other, you have a chance to get Lindsay involved as well. She's drunk as hell and might do anything! There is also the fact that the drunkards are about five seconds away from gang-raping her. You decide that only a complete asshole would leave her to those ignorant Neanderthals.
“It looks like the kind of fun she might regret later,” you say, looking at Donna. “That is if she remembers,” you mutter in a voice too low for anyone to hear. You look over at the jocks. A few of them are sliding their hands up her skirt, which she playfully bats at to no avail. You know that they won't take to losing her well.
'Damn you conscience,' you think to yourself. 'Any other guy would just get some with the two babes who are throwing themselves at him. I must be deficient or something!' You bravely march over to the group of goons, reaching your arm out to Lindsay.
“Come on now, let's go!” Not surprisingly, she refuses your hand.
“I don't want to go yet. I'm having fun.” She sulks, with an innocent yet drunken smile. The wild brutes cheer at this.
“I have a friend you should meet. So come on. You can have fun somewhere else,” you sigh, trying to persuade her. You're very careful not to put too much emphasis on the word 'fun'. You don't want the jocks to know that you're taking her away to do what they have planned.
“But I'm having lots of fun right here!” She drunkenly slurs in her intoxicated state. She then throws off her blouse. She receives a roar of catcalls, bellows, and laughter from the jocks. She grabs another cup of alcohol and chugs its harmful contents. You grab her wrist tightly, in order to lead her out. Your action seems to have crossed some invisible line.
“She said she wanted to stay!” A tall jock with short hair angrily shouts. A shorter guy doesn't even bother to argue, as he violently swings at you. You use your free arm to deflect it. It's something that you sort of remembered from a martial arts class. Unfortunately, you didn't remember it completely because now your arm is really sore.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea pops into your head. “Listen up! She's my cousin and she's jail bait.” That comment really grasped a hold of their attention.
A dopey, redheaded jock eyes you carefully. “What?” He retorts in a confused tone.
“She's only sixteen.” You reply, wearing your best acting face. You also try to look annoyed to increase the believability of your tale.
“What do you take us for? She isn't your cousin, she's your date!” One jock cleverly replies, thinking that he's put an end to your claim. You roll your eyes.
“Dumb ass! I'm not here with my cousin! I'm here with her!” You quickly point to Winona. “And kind of with her too,” you add, pointing to Donna.
“My mother took Lindsay in when my aunt died,” you continue to lie. At this point, Lindsay falls to her hands and knees. She lets out a huge belch. She definitely drank way past her limit. It looks like she'll pass out any minute from now. The jocks come to the conclusion of her not being worth the trouble. They begin to leave, while shooting pissed looks at you. You help the stress-inducing Lindsay up. You put her arm around you to help her walk steadily.
What do Donna and Winona think? Did they even stick around?
