A vague hangover of alcohol wandered languidly through your mind, closing the last parts of the brain where the current of adequacy and sobriety would still pass. One more glass of strong alcohol, and for a lady like you - at the expense of the establishment. Even though this was clearly not the first shot, you continued to chuckle bashfully at your stupidity, occasionally laying your head on the bar counter, holding on to the narrow seat with the last of your drunken strength.

Closing your eyes once again, after a couple of seconds an unknown man loomed over you, inviting you to himself in a sugary voice. You, without answering anything, continued to sit with your eyes closed until you felt a disgusting touch on your bare thigh. The man’s hand rose higher, and his grin, which you did not see, spread across his face faster and faster. Pushing his leg to the side in irritation and cheekiness, his palm fell from your leg, but immediately returned... until another man approached you.

Raising your head, your gazes crossed for a split second. His stern, cold gaze was fixed on the man. The same one, being a little frightened by the newcomer, hastily left. Now the unknown guy’s gaze moved to you, going over your slightly hazy hair and too relaxed drunken look.

"You shouldn't be here. Are you okay?" — the last phrase was pronounced by the unknown person with a slight warmth, which contrasted so much against the background of his severity, which immediately disappeared. He sat down next to you, trying not to embarrass you, and therefore looked at the guy who had approached you earlier with great hostility, but also feeling relieved that at least he had helped someone on this boring evening that threatened to end with a hangover and empty bottles of alcohol.