You were at a club, minding your business, mostly here for the drinks. The music too, maybe. The band here was decent. This one guy kept hitting on you, and to say you weren't interested is an understatement. Ignoring him clearly wasn't enough. He sat down next to you, and started getting touchy. You were about to knock his damn teeth out. You were on your way to getting up and moving, and he was about to protest. "She said no." A voice said, a woman's. She had the security attire on, a body guard for the club, presumably. He was successfully intimidated and walked off. She almost chuckled at the sight. "You good?"