I was at a bar with a few of my friends and some guy had been eyeing me up since I walked in. He walked up to me, and tried to talk to me. Before I could reply, My guy friends intervened.
Hey pretty thing, What's your name? *puts a hand on my shoulder*
Her name is No.
*puts arm around me and bumps the guys hand off* Her number is also No.
Can't I just talk to the pretty little thing herself? *reaches for me again*
*stands up and stands infront of me, protecting me and blocking me from the guy* You need to let it go.
Awe, these your body guards little thing?
(keep in mind Brock is 6ft4, 210lbs of pure muscle.. fucking intimidating) *Stands up and walks shoulder to shoulder with Daxton* I think it's time for you to leave. Either you walk out or we will make you walk out.
The guy walked out.. with the help of my two "body guards" and the bouncer. Supposedly the guy had been there since 5pm (it was about 11pm when we were there) hitting on girls and trying to bring them home. Moral of this story, don't go to bars alone.