He stumbled out of the bar, his balance disturbed by the beer sloshing around his head. After several steps, a pair of girls came up to him. They began to comment on his shirt and how hot he looked with five o’clock shadow. He smiled at them when they invited him to back to their place to party; it was just around the corner.
They led him on a shortcut, through an alley. He felt a sharp pain, and then was on the ground. A few more blows left him cringing, unable to resist hands in rifling through his pockets.
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