Jack sat up on a stool, arms propped on the bar as he watched the woman across the bar, who just threw a nasty sounding slap across the face of a man who got too close.

Jack laughed to himself, taking a swig of his whiskey as he watched you.

“Go to hell!” You screamed at them, pushing past them all and sitting up at the bar, knowing they wouldn’t dare to follow.

“Well done,” Jack chuckled, “Just saying, I admire what you did, miss.” Jack breathed another laugh at the thought.