The man stood there, gobsmacked. That small incident escalated into something else because people had stopped dancing and were now looking at them.
Ayra, still influenced by the drinks she had taken earlier, yanked her hand out of Devin's grip when he least expected it. She went to the other guy and tended to his broken nose. Devin's palms folded into a fist, glaring daggers at her hand on the stranger's skin.
“Nothing to see here!” She yelled at the onlookers and they went back to whatever they were doing.
“What gives you the right to come here and act like you own me?” Ayra yelled at him. “Leave me alone.”
The man took her hand and tried pulling her away. Devin had been trying his best not to lose his cool again but seeing his hands on her again snapped every thread of patience.
