It only took a few more minutes of messing with the tire iron needlessly, before she was starting to show signs that the drug was working. He heard a slight chuckle from her and looked up to find her gazing off toward the road, smiling slightly. Deciding she was no longer paying much attention to him, he finished fiddling with the tire and put his tools away. Hefting the bag of tools in one hand and the flat tire in the other, he moved around to the back of her car. The tire slid into place easily in the trunk, slightly too large to fit where the spare had been. She returned her attention to him finally as he moved back around to stand before her.<br/><br/>When she spoke, her voice was softer, slower than before. This made him smile as he answered just as softly, "You can call me Carl, beautiful... And might I have the pleasure of your name?"<br/><br/>He moved to lean against the car beside her, bag of tools slung casually over his shoulder, watching her closely. He knew that the more she drank, and the longer he waited, the more relaxed and sedated she'd feel. In his research of the drug he used, he had learned that with the dose he'd put in her bottle, she'd lose consciousness, but that would require the whole bottle. Even with half of it, he would be safe to move forward with his plan.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">This night is going far better than I could ever have expected....</span>he thought to himself with a smile.