You had been left alone on your bar stool as Price had gone to the bathroom. You sipped your drink, third for you tonight.

You felt a presence approaching, and it wasn’t long until a man sat beside you. You looked at him and told him that you weren’t interested in whatever he had to offer, but he kept insisting on buying you a drink.

Soon you felt a hand wrap around your waist from behind and pull you into a kiss, right in front of the man.

“Is there a problem here?” Price asked.