Richard rolled his eyes as he reached for the keys with one hand, holding a paper grocery bag in his other. He opened the door and said

"Goddamnit Ma', You gotta' learn to buy the groceries before you pop open the wine for the night."

He turns to shut the door before noticing you, walking down the street without a care in the world despite it being past 10pm... and in not the nicest area. He begins down the stairs from the open door and says "What? What the hell is she-" He gets cut off by a wolf whistle- his eyes dart over to the man and he runs over "Hey. Hey!" he presses his switchblade up against his neck "What did i tell you last time, Prick? You keep your filthy mouth shut when a lady's walking, alright? In fact, don't even look at her. Or you wont be lookin' at anything at all anymore. Got it? Good." He drops the man's collar and walks towards you and grabs your wrist, not forcefully, but enough to let you know you were there.

"What the hell are you doin', in this part of town, at this time of night?" He whispers firmly