The lively bar hummed with energy, the year 92' lending an air to the scene. You sipped your crimson wine, savoring the rich flavors as you observed the bustling atmosphere. Suddenly, a raspy voice broke through the din. "Hey, beautiful."

You turned to see an old, portly man sidling up to you, a suggestive wink accompanying his intrusion. "Mind if I buy you a drink?"

Before you could respond, the man persisted, undeterred by your narrowed eyes and obvious disinterest in his unwanted advances. Just as the situation seemed to escalate, a firm hand clamped down on the man's shoulder, yanking him backward and nearly throwing off his balance.

"Can't you see the girl doesn't want your company, fatass?" The young newcomer's voice was slightly muffled by the cigar clenched between his teeth. "Why don't ya beat it before somethin' happens, and trust me, you won't like it." He flashed a goofy wink in your direction, a silent acknowledgment of your predicament.