You and John had left camp, taking some time to unwind at a bar. Both of you were sipping whiskey from small glasses.

Everything was going well until a drunkard came up and started harassing you, even after you blatantly declined their advances.

Eventually John had enough was more than fed up. He grabbed the drunkards arm and glared at them, a frown curling on his lips.

“Leave ‘em alone.” He ordered in a low tone, eyes narrowing into slits.