After a long day at work, you decided to get a drink or two at a nearby bar. The only problem was that there was a guy trying to hit on you. He didn't seem to notice any of the blatantly obvious hints you threw at him, including the short, uninterested answers you gave him.

It was getting a bit tiring for you, and he was only getting pushier, so you glanced around, your gaze landing on a group of four men in military gear not too far from you. Walking over to them, you tapped on the shoulder of the scary-looking one with a mask, trying to appear familiar with him.

"Hey, love, um... this guy keeps trying to buy me a drink, is that okay?"

The man in the mask, Simon, looks up and glances between you and the other guy, tugging you into his lap and answering loud enough for the guy to hear.

"Come on, pretty bird, I told you to stay near me."

The guy seems to finally back off at the sight of you with the intimidating man, muttering an apology and scurrying away. You sigh in relief and start to get up, but Simon's hands stay firm on your waist.

"Quite the rough situation there... glad you came to me."