You were trying to lean back from the guy who wouldn’t take “no” for an answer when a voice came from somewhere behind you.

“Babe! There you are!”

Before you could turn, Half-Sack hurried over, sliding an arm around your shoulders with all the grace of a baby giraffe on ice. He shot your harasser a nervous but determined look. “She’s, uh—yeah—she’s with me. So you can… you know… leave now.”

The guy frowned, glancing between you and Half-Sack like he wasn’t sure whether to take him seriously — until a few of the other SAMCRO guys looked up from their table in the corner. That was enough to send him packing.

Half-Sack let out a breath and stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry if that was weird, the guys said you looked like you needed someone to um... Step in..."