Lenna went with the move and following the flip over the Ranger female back, landed perfectly. The Ranger straightened up as Lenna turned round.

"Very good. I was going to flip you, but... that certainly worked."

"I couldn't let you not get flipped."

Lenna glanced around and announced, "Your body, my 12-o-clock, Dancing can wait. Let's bag her/him."

The Ranger turned to look where Lenna was facing. And low and behold, there was his body. Lori was here. "Alright, let's do this fast. My body may still have a good deal of strength from my power, even in your aura." The Ranger then moved to the outskirts of the empty area people had formed around them while they were doing stunts. A few disappointed "awws" and some clapping could be heard, but that was meaningless at this point. Moving up behind and getting the drop on Lori was the objective. Problem was being shorter than almost everyone in a crowded place did not lend itself to knowing which way the target was facing beyond the initial scouting.

Luck came to the rescue and the Ranger was able to catch enough glances of Lori to get around where s/he could get the drop on her in his body. "Assuming she doesn't turn, I'll zap her and we carry her out." The Ranger relayed his/her plan to Lenna, andwaited for any objections.

A cute little something asked to buy ManLori a drink. The tenacity of such a little thing! Why, it was really touching. And it reminded herself of... herself. He moseyed right on over to stand shoulder to shoulder with the girl. There was no reason to be shy. She was a man now and that meant she got to take every liberty that every man ever took with her.

Needless to say it wasn't too long before ManLori got a vodka martini splashed in his face. Ah, the joys of electricity free living. She could really get used to this.

>> "Assuming she doesn't turn, I'll zap her and we carry her out."

"In a public place? That'll draw attention," Lenna replied. Michael was apparently not proficient when it came to abductions of dashing young men. That was probably a good thing, on an average day. Here and now, it wasn't so great. "Shame we didn't do something clever, you know? Like plan ahead? Knock him out with a well-placed rag or pill? Yeah." They could really use some roofies, right up in here. "Maybe we could get those from someone?" Lenna glanced around. "Don't they give those things out like candy?"

"In a public place? That'll draw attention,"

"...alright that's true." Attempting to abduct someone in the middle of a crowded area without alerting attention was not something he had had to do very often. And normally in those instances he was himself and had thick intelligence reports on the subject and their behavior.

"Shame we didn't do something clever, you know? Like plan ahead? Knock him out with a well-placed rag or pill? Yeah." Drugs could work, although drugging his body would be a strange thing to do."Maybe we could get those from someone? on't they give those things out like candy?"

"No, though it seems like it sometimes." The Ranger thought for a moment, perhaps someone in here had some on their person."Look for an awkward guy in the corner who keeps staring at pretty ladies' drinks. I bet he'd have a few he could donate, even if he idn't aware he is."

How boys do it, she just wasn't sure. Maybe it was the appreciative looks she gave to a few boys she wouldn't have minded going home with, but some of the ladies seemed to sense that there was something... off about this man. Her manheart just wasn't entirely into it. She couldn't seem to bribe them with drinks and she'd only ever had the right words to entrap a man. She probably could have found someone, but...

Well... why not try for a man? Wasn't that more of a challenge?

Her manstrategy changed. Michael's body turned to put his elbows on the bar as he waited for his drink. She let her man eyes show appreciation and heat at anyone she deemed manworthy. No need to seek them out. They would come to her.

"Awkward guy in a corner... hrm..." Lenna trailed as she looked around. She crossed her arms impatiently. The club was busy, and the corners were dark enough that it was difficult to see the faces of your company in the many booths. Her eyes passed over a slick-looking Asian in a red leather shirt and his gal pal, flicked past an overweight middle-aged man surrounded by three women far out of his league, and settled on the far corner of the bar.

In the far corner of the bar, there was a man. This man wore a white blazer, with perfectly coifed hair and a dangerous smile. Indeed, every detail of him was dangerous, from the fancy shoes to the slick pants to the rings on his finger. This man was rich. This man was dangerous. This man, from here on out would be referred to as Danger. This man named Danger... was socially awkward. That, too, was dangerous. Every now and then, his glances would stray, nervously, towards the glasses of others. They strayed on women, they strayed on men... and most notably, they locked on the glasses of men.

Danger's eyes locked on Ranger's body.

Lenna caught this, and choked. Danger grinned that dangerous smile, and got up from his seat to walk across the bar. Lenna jabbed Lori's body in the side, and pointed. "Danger," She muttered. "I think he want to do our job for us..."

And what a job he'd apparently do. He lost his shirt, somewhere along the way. Like a master magician, he'd never reveal the trick. It simply was, then it wasn't. Lenna slapped her forehead.

"... Joy."

"Buy you a drink?" Danger smiled at the Texan.

Lenna looked one way, and the Ranger turned cast his female gaze off in the other direction. Again the height issue was in play, and even worse since s/he was trying to see people at an even greater distance this time. S/He had no luck spotting possible roofie carriers, but kept scanning the hard to see crowd. Though, before the Ranger could locate anyone and was soon jabbed Lenna.

"Hey!"

S/He wheeled around and saw where Lenna was pointing as she muttered, "Danger, I think he want to do our job for us..."

The Ranger could see a well dressed man making his way to Lori, a smile on his face. And a disappearing shirt, seriously it was there one moment and in a blink gone. Lenna faceplamed and commented, "... Joy."

"...oh God." A guy was on his way over to Lori in his body, and based on Lori's posture in his body and how she in her own body sought out men, she would probably not rebuff the man.

The Ranger ran his female fingers through his long, blond, female hair and then through gritted teeth stated. "If this guy drops a roofie in Lori's drink he'll have done what we needed and we can take care of him outside." Which was not what the Ranger wanted to do in the least, but now their options were lessened. Danger would notice one of them dropping a stolen roofie into Lori's drink.

She caught one guy's eyes. Oh what a sleezeball! But the disappearing shirt act? Priceless. She laughed in a manly sort of way and turned around to the bartender. She would need a drink to get through this one.

"I'll get that." He raised a bill for the bar tender to see and passed it right next to Lori's man face. Well. No harm in a guy paying for his drink. There was no way in hell she was going home with this guy. Not as a man or a woman. "And one for me too." She sidled up next to ManLori and his chest hairs tickled along Micahel's body's arm. It was just so ridiculous! She was now giggling... in a manly way.

The bar tender slid out two old fashioneds. Bacon infused bourbon. There was nothing manlier.

"No luck tonight, friend?" She could hardly say the words without laughing.

"What's so funny?"

The obvious answer was entirely too obvious for him to see. His rings clinked against his tumbler and his gold chain matted down a line in his chest hair. He a had a coif! "Where do I even begin? This night is not turning out as I thought it would. No-sir-ee." ManLori went to clink her glass against the other man's. There was a moment when they had a little drink mishap. It got caught on one of his rings or something, but in the end Lori was washing the night down with something bacon infused. Not too bad, all in all even despite the company.

"None of the fish in this sea are exactly my type." Though he seemed interested in a ManLori fish. "But uh... you're not like the rest."

"Oh you have no idea."

"Oh?"

"Say, you don't happen to know the muffin man, do you?" The muffin man had been a bit skeezey in the way that this man was sleezey.

"My brother's a baker. Izzat count?"

"Hmmm." Lori sipped on her bourbon. Hmmm indeed.

Poor, poor Michael, Lenna sighed to herself. To see a spectacle like that... his own body was being used against him. Such a bad situation... and men hitting on men? What was wrong with New York?! In the last few days, they'd gone from a woman in a man's body hitting on a women, to a man in a woman's body kissing a woman, all the way full circle to a man hitting on a man (who happened to be a woman). Would the man be displeased when he learned he was hitting on a woman? Was he sleazy enough not to care?

To reiterate a point, Poor Michael, for having to deal with all related thoughts.

>> "If this guy drops a roofie in Lori's drink he'll have done what we needed and we can take care of him outside."

"... Yeah. You want to zap him later?" Lenna added seriously, crossing her arms.

The Ranger observed the events unfolding at the bar. Danger and Lori were chatting and had received a pair of drinks, which they hit together. S/He knew that s/he had to keep an eye on the pair, lest they vanish into the crowd and out the door, but it was unbelievably awkward. S/he was watching his old male body being hit on my another man. The first thought is that it isn't him involved in it, that was Lori. Though, by extension that means that this body is now him. So either the Ranger is the mind which means that he is now she, or the Ranger is the body which is over there entertaining the advances of another man. Perhaps, though, the Ranger is the combination of the two which means that presently the Ranger doesn't really exist.

S/he wasn't doing his/herself any favors with this existential speculation.

"... Yeah. You want to zap him later?"

But, the discussion of violence was a good distraction.

"Oh, I'll zap him into next year." Normally s/he'd have said next week, but that just seemed too mild. And the Ranger's tone indicated his desire to fry the man a little.

He was watching her. He was no longer even trying to make pleasant conversation now he had just dropped into creepy pre-stalker watching. ManLori sipped, her manly bourbon just for a reason to not look at him. Yuck. Time to end this.

"Come home with me."

"Yeeeeeah. You should probably work on that pick up line. Pretty girls like me don't respond well to what amounts to a threat."

The man put his hand over ManLori's where it had been resting across the open top of her cup. "What can I do to convince you?" He moved closer. As if that would help.

Mow your chest? Grow some manners? Magically don a shirt? All were viable options. There were so, so many options. "No thanks." Was putting it far too nicely. She moved her hand out from under his, swiped her cup from under his hand and chugged until there was nothing but a little film of residue on the bottom of the cup.

Resi... due?

"You piece of s**t." She didn't feel anything yet, but that didn't mean that he hadn't... "You put Rohypnol in my cup?" She hissed the words so that they cut through the music. A couple that had been ordering their drinks over ManLori and Danger decided a different spot might be better.

They were right.

She made a fist around her tumbler, pulled back and let go. The tumbler hit him square on the mouth, luckily it was the thick glass bottom so there was no glass breaking until the cup bounced off his face, rolled down his exposed forest of chest hair and then shattered at his feet. Danger's lip all but exploded from the force of the cup smashing it against his teeth. ManLori hoped she'd knocked a tooth out too, but there was no time to check it out.

ManLori slipped through a couple and then past some dancing drunkards. She was headed for the bathroom.

Next year was definitely later, Lenna noted. But "Only next year? If it were up to me, next century has more of a ring to it. Maybe next aeon?" The creep was going to regret his decision. That was a known fact.

>> "You put Rohypnol in my cup?"

The words were far too loud in the club. That he'd drugged him was now also a known fact.

The glass shattered. Danger went down. ManLori fled towards the bathrooms.

"I'll get her," Lenna muttered. "Do what you will to Mr. Dangerous."

With that, she started walking.

It didn't matter which bathroom she went into. Men's room, women's room, Lenna followed, all the same. She slipped casually and discretely through the crowd, stopped in front of the restrooms, glanced between choices, then entered the one ManLori had chosen as her own.

"Only next year? If it were up to me, next century has more of a ring to it. Maybe next aeon?"

"However far, he is going into the future." The Ranger smiled remembering Doc Brown from 'Back to the Future. "One point twenty-one gigawatts. He of course used the old 'jigga' pronunciation that Doc Brown used in the movie.

And then there was a sudden yell from Lori in the Ranger's body, "You put Rohypnol in my cup?" And with that a glass shattered on Danger's face and Lori bee-lined for the bathroom.

"I'll get her, Do what you will to Mr. Dangerous."

"Roger, I'll handle him and then meet back up with you."

The Ranger then went to Danger and Lenna followed Lori. The goal would be to inflict pain without alerting the crowd to his/her intent.

Step one, the Ranger made her way through the crowd to and stand near Danger. Nearing him s/he wheeled around and backed into him while pretending to be calling out to someone s/he was getting drinks for. "Okay, I'll be right there! Oof!"

Step two, send Danger to the ground. The Ranger turned to look at Danger and his bloody face, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." And then when a person lightly brushed against his female back s/he stepped on Danger's forward foot and pushed him, looking like s/he had been pushed over by someone his/herself.

Step three, inflict pain. Danger tried to slide back his lead foot to keep from falling, but the foot was pinned and his surprise robbed him of the time to react and move his other foot. He went down. The Ranger going down with him, elbow first. Landing on a rib that decided today was a good day to break.

Step four, more pain. Trying to stand back up the Ranger's hand found a good foundation on Danger's nose, and a quick, hard, press drove the base of the palm into Danger's nose. Seven pounds of force later, a broken nose resulted.

Step five, leave the scene. The Ranger climbed to his female feet. Stepped on Danger's broken rib and made his/her way into the crowd and out of sight of those who were near Danger when he went down.

ManLori was a man through and through. She made her man way into the men's restroom to splash water on her face. Glorious water. She dabbed at her man eyes and tried to think. She had some time, but not a lot. She had yet to secure a place for herself to stay the night. Where would she go as a man in the next ten to twenty minutes that would keep her safe for a whole night's worth of drug induced sleep?

It was hard to think with the party going on outside. Man hands gripped the sink. Where could she go?

Someone flushed. "Get out." Lori pulled at the sink man knuckles white.

"Dude. Chill."

The door sounded. Someone else coming in to Lori's private hell. "GET. OUT." She yanked at the spigot and the whole thing came off. Cheap plumbing. The spout was tossed at the guy who told her to chill. He didn't appreciate the gesture. Which was fine by ManLori. She didn't care if the increased blood flow from a fight meant that the drug would work faster. She just wanted to take her man aggression out on someone else's face.

Cheap blue plastic dented at the faucet hit the side of a stall. Its target shuddered, slumped against the wall. His eyes were trembling. The guy who'd thrown the faucet was Scary, with a capital S, for 'screwball'. He was insane.

"Screw you, pal. I'm getting out of here!"

He brushed past Lenna as he rushed out the door, not even bothering to spare a second glance her way. Lenna turned her head to follow his exit, noting a nose ring, tired eyes, and a nervous gait that spelled out a bit more information than just being spooked. Her focus swung back to Michael's body. She laughed.

"I'm not leaving unless it's with you, pal. We've gone through too much work, and dealt with too many idiots to lose you now. Especially with you being so sloppy, Lori. I mean that guy, really?" She took a few more steps towards the brown-haired man by the sink. Lenna spoke slow, and pointedly, arms crossed. "I guess if it's any consolation, your body's probably frying him right now. Danger, Danger, high voltage..." She shook her head.

She tilted her head at him. "You ready to go?"