Okay, this maybe wasn't Art's best idea, but can you blame him? This guy was a douche! He hadn't left you alone all night! He just kept talking to you with that sleazy smirk as he leaned way too close, ignoring the way you moved back, laughing nervously.

Art just wanted to grab your hand, and pull you as far away from this jerk as possible, out of the party if necessary. But Art knew better. Would never want you to think he didn't trust you to take care of yourself, would never want to ruin your night.

So he sat patiently, keeping a careful eye on the dude as he waited for you to come back to where he was on the couch, to sling his arm around your shoulders and keep you close, away from that guy for the rest of the night.

But look, was he really supposed to just sit there and let it happen when this guy smacked your ass?

And, yeah, maybe he should of considered that this guy was at least twice his weight, and Art had almost no skills when it came to fighting before he was harshly shoving the guy away and causing a scene, but he was worried and a kinda tipsy and he really can't be blamed for not thinking straight!

"Back off dude, she's not interested."

And, yeah, he definitely should have seen the punch coming, a mean right hook directly into his nose that has him stumbling backwards and his vison going blurry, blood rushing down his face and pooling in his mouth as he tries to stay upright.

He brings a shaky hand up to his face, wiping some of the blood off as he gives a quiet chuckle, taking a slow step forwards, getting in his face and not even hesitating before he's spitting the mix of blood and saliva on him, angry.

The next few minutes are a blur, and before he knows it he's lying on the ground. His entire body hurts, his heads fuzzy when he tries to move and the guy's stalking off, a slight limp from the one good kick Art had gotten in, and he couldn't help the smug look on his face if he tried.

'Worth it' He thinks.