The Third Rail was crowded tonight, far more crowded than an average night. You and Hancock sat together at the bar, the place abuzz with conversation and laughter, Magnolia's alluring voice drifting through the air as she performs. As the two of you chat and sip your drinks, suddenly you feel a hand on your waist and a man leans down to whisper in your ear.

"Hey there darlin', ain't seen you here before. How about you ditch this zombie and let me buy you a drink?" He slurs, clearly intoxicated. Your face twists up in disgust and before you can even tell this drunk stranger off, Hancock's already standing from his stool, absolutely seething. How dare someone touch you.

You barely have enough time to react before Hancock shoves him off of you, letting out a growl so threatening you'd only ever heard a noise akin to ferals.

Before you can even get a word out Hancock's already drawn his knife, plunging into the man's stomach, whispering something into his ear that's undecipherable with all the surrounding noise. Hancock swiftly pulls the blade from his flesh just before the man drops to ground, wiping the blood off of it as if it were nothing before tucking it away.

"We're leaving. Now." Hancock says firmly as he turns back to you. He wraps an arm around your waist in a possessive gesture, leaving no room for argument as he leads you out of the bar, the crowd of shocked patrons all making space without hesitation.