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weed on the front door of my apartment last week. Looks like crap. I mean, if you’re going to do graffiti, I wish they would take their time with it at least and make it look descent.”
                  Edgar rolled his eyes. “You’re a lot friendlier tonight. I didn’t expect to see you back in here anytime soon.”
                  “Like I said, long day.” Mercedes was surprised to see that she had finished her entire margarita; Edgar looked equally surprised. “Too fruity,” she huffed. “Bring on the whiskey.”
                  “Top shelf?” Edgar asked.
                  “Top shelf,” she replied. “Double shot. Neat.”
                  Edgar laughed, “You did have a rough day.”
                  A few double shots of whiskey and two margaritas later, Mercedes found herself in the men’s bathroom along with Edgar. The door was locked, although she was fairly certain she could recall the bar being cleared out. She supposed it was late, or Edgar was just eager to get her alone.  Thinking back on it, she was fairly certain it was the latter of the two. She felt numb from the alcohol, and she was certain she was going to regret this the next morning. Edgar pushed her up against the wall as she worked her hands underneath his shirt until at last he pulled his shirt up over his head and pressed his bare chest against her. He slid his hands up underneath her white tank, her Benny’s and Tito’s button up had long ago been tossed aside. Edgar fondled her breasts and nibbled on her neck, pushing her back against the door. He reached one hand down and began to rub her between her legs. Mercedes let out a moan to let him know she wanted him to keep going. Much to her annoyance, he asked her to speak Spanish to him. This confirmed that she was just a fetish for Edgar. Not wanting to ruin the moment, she offered up a few phrases to satisfy him, but she mostly was just cursing at him - not that he would know the difference. Edgar was an idiot, but he was the only thing she had distracting her from the world that was falling apart around her.
                  Edgar groaned excitedly as his fingers rushed to undo her belt buckle, but he was struggling so she did it for him. He forced his hand into her underwear and began to play around almost violently. She could tell that Edgar wanted to make her moan again, so she allowed a painful sounding cry to creep out of her throat so as to keep him motivated. His grip became tighter and firmer with each passing second; her eyes widened, surprised at the maddening aggression he was displaying. She reached her hands down and touched his wrist. “Easy,” she said, but he hardly heard her. She grabbed the rim of her pants, ready to pull them off herself. Before she could pull her jeans down he rammed himself up against her again. From the corner of her eye she saw a small picture frame fall from the wall. He was ready to tear her apart as he hostilely pulled at her hair and bit her neck. Mercedes was certain she would wake up with bruises if he continued like this. She could hardly breathe with how tightly they were entangled. He eagerly kissed her lips and was about to yank her jeans down to her ankles when a horrible gurgling from within her made him pull back. “Are you all right?” he asked, but she could not answer.
                  Mercedes darted around him towards the toilet and began to vomit violently. He was at least kind enough to hold her hair back. He had probably done this several times before for other stupid, drunk patrons. “Geez, you’re pretty messed up,” he grumbled disappointedly, realizing he was not going to be having any fun with her that night. Now he would have to be the responsible bartender. Mercedes groaned painfully; she could no longer keep her wits about her.
     
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                  Mercedes’ head throbbed painfully. A bit of