When I splashed water on Andrew earlier, I accidentally got some on myself too.
I went to the restroom to clean up a bit.
As I walked out, I nearly ran into a man who reeked of alcohol. The stench was overwhelming. I frowned and tried to step aside.
But the man, drunk and bold, leered at me and lunged forward.
"Hey gorgeous, alone here? Come have a drink with me."
Without hesitation, I slapped him across the face.
"Back off!"
The slap didn't sober him up; instead, it seemed to excite him even more.
"Oh, a fiery one, huh? Do you even know who I am? You're drinking with me tonight, like it or not."
With that, he lunged at me again. But before his hands could reach me, he let out a yelp. Someone had kicked him hard. He hit the ground, rolling pathetically.
Still shaken, I turned and
