Sitting in a bar among drunkards wasnt the most pleasurable thing to do, but you didnt had anywhere to go. You almost can feel eyes of all those drunk men piercing throught you with disgusting and nasty looks on their faces.

One of the man soon came close to you, leaning on the bar and flirting with you. Other man, wearing a suit and holding a large cross, were watching you as well, but he looked diffrent than the rest. He just looked curious.

The drunkard slowly tried to touch you, his arm daped over you. The man in suit was starting to stand up, probably to interfere.