Staring down at him, Erica cried, "Hyatt!" before she could stop herself.

“They do know each other!" said one of the assailants.

“Hey, keep an eye on him! And take his phone so he can't call anyone.

They had already snatched Erica's phone and turned it off.

One of the taller boys came over and stared Hyatt down while another searched his pockets.

But it so happened that Hyatt's phone had shut itself off because it had gotten wet in his pocket, so they didn't see the call log.

These people didn't think too much. As long as Hyatt wasn't able to call anyone then, they thought they'd be safe from interference.

With that taken care of, the two men kept Hyatt restrained.

On the other side of the room, two girls were forcibly dragging Erica to the sink. One of them turned on the tap and said, “Lenora, get her over here! We'll soak her head, sober her up!"

Lenora grabbed Erica by the neck as they came closer.

Without the other girl holding onto her, Erica jerked back and forth and was able to loosen her grip. At the last minute, she clasped

Lenora's head and pressed her under the tap instead.

Lenora sputtered and flailed, bumping her head against the faucet once or twice.

“Damn it! Ah! Let me go! Let me go, you bitch!"

Staring down at the girl and giving her head a shake or two, Erica sneered, "You want to deal with me? Go home and practice martial arts for two years first!"

The rush of exhilaration she felt was short-lived, however-the longer the moment lasted, the more Erica began to think something was wrong.

There were ten-odd people around, not counting the two holding Hyatt, but none of them were doing anything to stop her.

Erica looked at the closest one, the girl who had turned on the water.

Their eyes met and, as if she had been cued, the girl threw her arms up as if in dismay and cried, “Let go of Lenora! Let go of her, Erica!"

Feeling something was very wrong, Erica did as she was told and turned off the tap.

Shivering, Lenora gave Erica a ghastly look and backed away from her.

Still confused, Erica glanced at Hyatt, but he wasn't going to be of any help. The boys holding him were keeping his mouth covered, so he couldn't even speak.

The situation grew even stranger when Lenora, still in the process of retreating, was suddenly pressed to the ground by her companions. They began to take off her coat, and then her sweater. The whole process was surprisingly efficient, with a clear division of Labor. Three or four people handled Lenora's clothes, quite immune to her yelps and shrieks, while three others were taking photos with their phones.

Erica stared, mortified and wondering what Julianna was up to. Clearly

Erica had been suckered, but whatever was going on was worse than she'd originally guessed.