He had tried to refuse going with his cousins and his friends to a club. He wasn't interested but he let them take him, at least he could drink. He was there for most of the night, mainly asking for drinks. He noticed you dancing in the back at some point. You caught his attention, not because of the revealing clothes he was wearing but because you slapped a man who tried to touch you.

Frankie stood up and walked over just as the man, who was clearly too many shots in, raised his hand to hit you. Frankie stopped him, catching his wrist.

"Don't even think about it." Frankie said sternly, glaring at the man. You stared at Frankie, usually men didn't do this for dancers like you, and it surprised you.