You look at the dragon for a few moments, though he seems lost in his drink, and walk towards the front door, past the bar. You feel eyes on your back, and a small laugh echoing from the back of the bar, but you pay no attention as you open the double doors and leave. You take a long breath of the outside night air, and almost turn around to look at the address on the street to get your bearings, when a large, muscled frame takes a hold of your shoulders and pulls you back into an alley, and into the bar's back door. You're shoved into the cold, marbled floor, and the door slams shut, leaving you shrouded in darkness.
You panic, and scramble back as far as you can, before hitting a wall. You look to your sides, dazed and confused, but the place is pitch black, and you can't even see your hand an inch away from your face. You hear shuffling, and you bring your legs to a fetal position, forcing yourself in earnest to adjust to the lighting, but it just doesn't work.
You decide to stand up and run to the opposite way, where the door was, even if you don't really remember where it was and there is someone in this room with you, is it really a good idea?
