Andy blinked at the drunk man for a second before lifting his arm and scratching the back of his neck in a sense of confusion. “Ah, is that meant to be a compliment?”
“Why don’t you come my room for a little fun?” the man suddenly requested, grabbing Andy by the wrist in a surprising firm and tight grip.
“Ah, no thanks” Andy said as he tried to stay placid, tugging subtly at the hold on his wrist.
The drunk man quickly turned aggressive and gave a sharp tug on Andy’s wrist. “Where’s you going?”
Andy was getting agitated himself. “Back off” Andy said firmly and tried to release his wrist from the man’s grip.
The man suddenly lunge at him, surprising Andy. The man pushing Andy against the wall roughly. Andy tried to pushed him but the man was strong. “You should just came with me when I ask you nicely” The man said.
“Yah, let me go” Andy yelled and struggling to get himself free from the man.
Suddenly, a hand landed on the man’s shoulder and he was abruptly pulled away. Andy confused by what had just happened and found himself staring at the back of his savior, who was tall, his shoulder’s squared and back tensed.
“…Eric?”
“What’s going on here?” Eric asked.
“Huh” the drunken man slurred as he spun around, staring at Eric before frowning deeply. “ Hey, I saw him first”
“Sorry, but he’s not a part of the hotel services. We don’t run that kind of business” Eric said, his voice professionally polite, but yet somewhat.. dangerous at the same time. “Perhaps it would be better for you to return to your room alone. Or I could have some you back to your room if you like. Someone from security?”
The man just stared at Eric, seeming sizing him up. He seem to know what fights he could win and what fights he couldn’t , so he staggered back and picked up a bottle that was on the ground. He staggered away, muttering to himself “Bah, pretty boys are all the same”