Okay, this man is definitely drunk off his ass.
"I'm just sayin'," he slurred, setting his drink on the counter sloppily. "Y'know, I think we c'd really be sh'mth'n'."
"I'm sorry, I have an appointment tonight," you say, putting up a confident front. You don't know how much longer you can handle this.
"Aw, c'mon baby. Don' be like that." He tacks on a slow, drawn out laugh. It's incredibly disturbing. Your resolve breaks a little.
"I don't want to go anywhere with you," you inform him, slightly flustered.
"'Sh no trouble- I gotta reeeal nishe ride outshide. I'll even letchu ride shotgun 'n' we c'n have shome fun at my plashe." The man winks sloppily. "If you know what I mean."
Shotgun. Damn, you wish you had your shotgun.
"I said no."
He reaches out and grabs your wrist. You try to pull away, but the man has you caught in a vice-like grip. He leans in so close you can smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Maybe yer mishundershandin' me, misshy. You ain't got a choishe."
Your eyes open wide, and you're starting to shake uncontrollably. Before you can do anything, though, an unfamiliar hand claps onto your shoulder from behind you. You turn around and open your mouth to scream, but-
"What the fuck are you doing to my girlfriend?" The man grabbing your shoulder is snarling with a voice you don't recognize. You've never met him before in your life. Oh, god.
The drunk man releases your arm and pulls back immediately.
"Oh, e-ekshcushe me, shir. I d'dn' know the little lady belonged to shomeb'dy."
"Yeah, well, she's my girl, so fuck off!"
"R-right..." your would-be assaulter beats a hasty retreat to a far corner of the bar, and the man behind you lets his hand slip from your shoulder. Moving carefully around you, he sits down where the drunk man had been and looks at you with concern.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Uh, y-yeah...I mean...s-sorry, who are you?" You scold yourself for acting so uncertain, but to be honest, you're really freaked out right now.
"My name is Karkat. I didn't mean to scare you, by the way. You just looked really uncomfortable and nobody else was stepping up to play the goddamn hero." He glances over at the man. "Asshole got what he deserved, anyways. Guys like him make me fucking sick."
"Oh...well, th-thanks for the save then! Ahaha...yeah, I was...pretty upset, I guess. Oh, uh, my name's Jade, by the way. If, uh, if you wanted to know."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Jade."
"Y-yeah! Nice to meet you too...Karkat..."
The next night, you go back. For some reason. Like, seriously, you have no idea why the hell you're going back to the bar that you were basically sexually assaulted at just last night, but hey, you don't really know why the hell you do anything else, either.
This time, before leaving, you slip a loaded .380ACP into the inside pocket of your coat.
What?
So anyways, you're at this bar.