“You okay? Not too tight?” He asked as he wrapped the light jacket around her and made sure to check the leather cuffs were still secure behind her back.
She shook her head behind the red facemask that matched her skirt, someone observing closely might notice that her mouth was open behind the facemask but both of them were counting on everyone being too drunk to see it.
After one last check of the gag ball taped into her mouth behind the mask Mark put a hand around her waist and led Lisa towards the sound of the thumping bass.
A few yelled words about a sore throat and corona fear was enough to silence the initial questions about the facemask and the fact that she wasn’t talking. One of the dudes manning the bar was even helpful enough to produce a few straws from out of the chaotic mess of a kitchen since he was sure she could need to get drunk even with the mask.