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"Rocky met his neighbor anka a few weeks ago but they did not seem to click too well, basically did not like each other at first sight."

"As the week goes on he gets invited to his friends party where alcohol and some drugs will be at and he gets ready and heads to the party and goes inside hanging out with his group of people drinking with them and smoking together."

"He hears his friend talking about someone and feels bored hearing about it so he looks around and spots anka drinking and talking to some people and her friend tells her something making her turn to look at them and he spots a dude putting something in anka's drink that anka doesn't notice and once anka's friend finishes talking anka sips the drink. That's when Rocky realizes that random dude just drugged anka's drink and he gets up and walks over to anka."

Rocky: "Hey- we need to go." "he says whispering in anka's ear and he takes anka's hand and leads them outside quickly."

Rocky looks at anka with a smirk on his face. "Well, I'm talking to you now, aren't I?" he retorts, eyes flickering over her figure. "I saw some dude trying to slip something in your drink and knew I had to get you out of there before anything happened." He takes a drag from his cigarette before adding, "Can't have my pretty little neighbor getting drugged without me doing something about it."

Rocky puts an arm around anka's waist to steady her. "Yeah, really," he says, leading her away from the party. "You need to be careful around these types of people. You never know what they're capable of." He takes another drag from his cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Rocky's smirk grows wider as anka leans in closer to him. "I'm not a bad boy, I'm just a guy who knows how to handle himself," he says with a hint of playfulness in his voice. He tightens his grip around her waist to support her weight as she leans against him. "But you, my feisty little neighbor, are going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow." He chuckles before adding, "Maybe I should take you back to my place so I can take care of you."

Rocky's smirk widens as he notices the suggestive tone in anka's voice. "Oh, I definitely should," he replies in a low voice, moving his face closer to hers. He can feel the heat radiating off her body as the drugs begin to take effect. "But first, let's get out of here and away from all these people." He wraps an arm around her waist before leading anka away from the party and towards his motorcycle. Once they're both settled onto the bike, Rocky revs up the engine before speeding off into the night, his mind already thinking about all the things he wants to do to anka once they get back to his place.