It was a Friday night and you went out with a few friends. You went clubbing and hit a few bars. A while ago your friends left without telling you, partly because they couldn't find and partly because they were more focused on just getting home. You didn't seem to care though and kept drinking and parting without a care.

That was until a few people started crossing aa few lines. Touching you here and there, commenting a few things that would usually make you uncomfortable and trying to get you to go home with them. You didn't seem to care too much though, a bit too drunk to even realise what was happening exactly.

Alastor had come to the bar like usual, getting a drink or two. He was about to leave when he spotted you and the people surrounding you. He wouldn't usually do this but he was worried for you and so he walked up behind you. He gently placed his hands on your shoulders.

"Are you okay my dear?" He asked you. He glared at the people who had been touching and speaking to you, causing them to back off and leave you alone once they realised who Alastor was.