He’s handled these cases before, but often enough the Pack had it handled, with their obvious superior strength. However, Chris always wanted to prove he was a valid member, which meant he sometimes put himself too far in the firing line. Thankfully, he never had any serious cases, but perhaps this one would be different.
A sudden buzz in his pocket jolted him out from his inspecting stare of the dance floor, and he swiftly pulled out his phone to glance at the message.
It was Erin. He’d heard of his occurring issues happening to the dancers, and this was the first time he had been the closest to the scene, so he didn’t hesitate to bolt it through the bustling crowds towards the incident. It wasn’t long till Chris was behind the looming figure upon Erin, and he wasted little time with introductions as he gave a sharp bark of an order to the drunken customers,
“OI! Lay off ‘im mate, an’ get out!” Chris jerked his thumb over his shoulder, signalling the door, until he quickly glanced over Erin to see if he was fine, even going so far as giving him a kind smile in this toxic situation. The customer did spin round, and Chris realized how large of a customer he was handling, easily a few feet higher, but thankfully they were drunk - Still an unpredictable danger, but slower, and dumber.
The customer sneered towards Chris, and he slowly ambled forth, bottle in hand, with his hand outstretched, likely an attempt to grasp Chris’ shoulder,
“Like hell am I listening to you, you fuck, I paid for this boy, and I’m getting what I paid fo-”
It wasn’t hard at all. He’d been training with Bambi to improve himself physically, and all he needed now was a simple grasp of the man’s outreached wrist and arm, a good stance and a sharp twist of his hips - Voila, a fallen drunk!
So this is what it looks like to be me, god, I must’ve looked awful.
Soon enough, a couple of the pack were on scene after seeing the scuffle, and Chris explained the situation, which resulted in the customer’s swift removal from the premises. Now, with the situation cleared, Chris returned his attention back towards Erin, and approached him slowly, a warm look given to him alongside an outstretched hand, “Y’all fine there, Erin?”
He'd seen Chris from time to time, even greeting him in passing. Even so, he wasn't usually nearby during these events, and admittedly the buck was initially expecting one of the wolves. Especially so given the drunkard's towering figure, and for a moment, even Erin wondered if Chris would be able to handle the problem on his own.
However, he was more than happy to be proven wrong. He was startled when the man crashed to the ground, but a giddy relief flooded Erin, and instead of running off like he normally would, the buck actually managed to stick close by. He felt safe enough to stick around a few moments longer, at least to talk to Chris.
"I'll be al-alright," he stammered, taking the offered hand and sidling a bit closer. Okay, so he wasn't entirely fearless just yet. Being close to someone who could brush off anyone else was much more comforting, at least. "Thank you...can you t-take me to my room, please?"
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