The man in front of you leers at you, clearly drunk out of his mind. His hand finds your shoulder and you step back, but he holds tighter. "Mmm, c'mon, you're soooo pretty! I got a big bed at home, you know..." He slurs his words. He's been at this for the past five minutes, and all the waiters and waitresses are too busy to notice. Why are people this drunk allowed in public spaces?

Just when you swear he's about to get even more physical, a man with long black hair who looks rather unkempt steps up behind him. Truthfully, you're a little scared of him yourself. He gets the guy's attention and takes a firm hold of his wrist. "Hey, little buddy. I think you're being a bit too rowdy over here, no?"