Touchy | Blair & Yixing
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Yixing felt his jacket pulled harshly from behind, the rest of him following along. He was spun around only to stop when he hit the wall and a girl stood there trapping him against it. The bar was rowdy as usual but he hadn’t played any specific part in that so for the life of him he could not think of any reason why this girl decided that pinning him to a wall was an appropriate way to get his attention. Regardless he just went along with it and raised his hands, beer still clutched in the right. “Hey easy! I almost spilled. Look, whatever you think I did, I think you’ve got the wrong person.”
Although she was small in stature, Blair was not some passive girl to be pushed aside and - especially at work - she had taken it upon herself to deal with the unruly patrons. Hell, if none of the other girls could handle them, then she might as well. “You know, that’s what they all say,” she retorted, raising a brow, “A little birdy at my bar seemed to be under the impression that you touched them inappropriately. Now, sir, I don’t care if they got the finest ass on the island - no touching. Unless you have something to say for yourself?”