“Hold on!” Jon yelled. “We're Americans! We're here to help you!”
She started to run but stopped again as the two passengers in the Fiat emerged from the car and began running towards her. She could also see the black-leathered biker watching from the distance.
“It's okay,” one of the men called over. “We're security, we'll handle it from here.”
“Sure you will,” s***h smirked. “They sent you to the ball dressed as bums.”
“You hold them off,” Jon rushed over to Jennifer, kicking a beer bottle across the pavement to s***h. It broke as he picked it up, waving it menacingly at the attackers as Jon grabbed Jennifer's arm.
“Look, there's a ton of security on Great Victoria. Let's cut through the bar and you'll be safe.”
“I really don't think this is the time or place to stop for a pint,” s
