The Man With the Bottle

Jen said some creeps tried to get her to sit with them while she was on the way back. She shuttered and said that one of them had grabbed her arm, not enough to hurt but firmly enough that she had to tug it away. I growled and walked past her before she could respond. There they were, smiling, drinking and laughing while talking about, who knows what. They seemed rather subdued when I emerged from the bathroom,. avoiding looking at me as they cleaned themselves in the table with some napkins. At that moment I felt like I had cleared all of last night's hurdles. The merriment of the night continued while Jen and I grew more comfortable with each other