your cheeks were flushed, and your head spinning as the liquor hit you hard.. already fairly buzzed you stayed seated on the stool, keeping your drink close if anything. you weren't smart in many things, but protecting your drinks you were smart in, you had to be. you knew there were men around, men with no good intentions.

you were also vulnerable now, in your tipsy state. it proved itself when you felt a hand run against the back of your neck through your hair "hey pretty doll.. why don't you come back and keep me company, i can pay for your drinks.. take you home, anything.." you grumbled, trying to push him away "no thank-you i-im good" you slurred off, still protecting your drink but this man kept persisting. making your heart race, anxiety creeping into your skin.

"you should leave the little lady alone, stranger, you isn't from these parts.. so i would not try gettin involved, you'll be in far more trouble than you think.." a man muttered off, a man drinking a glass of whiskey at his table, surrounded by what looked like his mates. his voice was threatening enough the strange pervert backed off. "you alright doll face?" he asked you, raising a brow.

"even a nod is alright.. im John, but everyone 'round here calls me price, you here alone?" his voice was soft, filled with calmness, a good type of energy surrounded him, you were compelled to him, like answering him wouldn't be a bad thing.