He isn’t here to celebrate.
But he certainly isn’t here to ruin anyone else’s celebration. And, he thinks as he turns around to see just why people are yelling, he isn’t going to let other people ruin it either.
He approaches the strangers, all three of them reeking of alcohol. “What’s--”
His attempt at a threatening demand is cut off by a fist to the jaw. He staggers back from the blow, but before he can hit the ground, a pair of hands catch him under the arms and pull him back upright.
















