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 tall man with sleek blond hair steps up behind him. He's well kept, with a style mustache and the slight scent of cologne. Truthfully, you're a little intimidated by him yourself. He gets the guy's attention and takes a firm hold of his wrist. "Hey, listener. I think you're gettin' a bit too loud and proud over here, eh?"