For a second I felt stunned, barely seeing Evan throwing down his cue and marching around the table, but before he even got there, the fire inside me had returned as I spun round and swung at him, my fist catching the drunk guy right in the face and knocking him on to the floor.
"You b***h!" he yelled as he clutched his face, staggering back up to his feet. He stared at me, then lunged forwards, he'd barely managed to close his hand around my wrist before Evan had pulled me back and swung a punch of his own, this one landing hard and causing him to crumble to the floor in a heap, this time out cold.
"You okay Rox?" Evan asked taking my face in his hands and looking into my eyes.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." I smiled. Evan shook his head with a small laugh and wrapped me in his arms
