The Pajama Event at the Sip N’ Nip would have been just another party for doctor Celeste Starseed, an interesting one, full of beef cake, yes, but just that. But as we have learned quite often in Clifton Forge, things are never what we expect.
The doctor was wearing a green aqua pajama, looking cute, and maybe a bit prude, considering that most of the patrons at the club were almost naked with a few exceptions. One of those, was one of her patients who was dressed like a puppy. The patient, which we would call Mr. Puppy for legal purposes, approached Dr. Starseed, and all seemed well in the world. They talk, they drank, but things never crossed any dangerous line that might endanger the doctor-patient relationship.
Close to 4:00 am, when most of the customers had left the club, the doctor, a bit tipsy, headed back home, but decided to stop at her office first. Unknown to the doctor, Mr. Puppy was following her.
I was on my way home when I got a message asking for help. Someone had taken my pants by accident but I decided to make my way to the clinic. Inside Dr. Starseed office, Mr. Puppy babbled agitatedly, looking in the border of turning hysteric. Dr. Starseed herself looked calm, but a shiver in her hands betrayed her real emotional state.
I opened the door and told the doctor I came looking for her for a midnight snack (our night version of brunch). I was sure I was being subtle, but Mr. Puppy was farther into he rabbit hole than I thought. He become hysteric, talking about dark lords and blood, and attacked the doctor aiming for her throat.
But as the doctor might say in a moment of clarity: fear, while it is a primordial emotion, in the right quantities is also a survival mechanism.
Fear made the doctor step away from Mr. Puppy so his hand missed her, an instead of strangling her, he only ripped her pretty pajamas.
Things would have gotten out of hand if it hasn’t been for two fortuitous situations: I had my Taser with me and ready, and Jack P., a friend of Dr. Starseed, arrived to check on her. Things happened fast, and while we are told not to become the news, sometimes you just react. Tamer in hand I entered the room and stunned Mr. Puppy long enough me to push Dr. Starseed out of the office and Jack to turn off the lights and close just as we came out.
We waited a long moment for Mr. Puppy to try to break the door, but we only heard sobbing from the inside, apparently the worst of the ezquizophrenic episode (as the doctor assumed and confirmed days later) had ended. We left soon after while the personel in turn went for Mr. Puppy to get him into observation.
The night had ended in a mixture of lows and highs for the doctor and after a couple days under observation Mr. Puppy went back home under a friend’s supervision. All in all, a night to remember.
Jiriel Fenix