Defense on the Dance Floor
I was at a club with a few of my friends from high school, four girls together, we’d been travelling all day and were just visiting the city so we were wearing clothes comfortable for the weather, tank tops and shorts and sneakers but we’d felt like dancing. We were all fumbling through our awkward dance moves when a man reeking of alcohol came up to one of my friends and started rubbing his crotch all over her and muttering things like “ooh yeah honey”. For a moment the other three of us just stood there, and I am ashamed to say I had a moment where I wasn’t sure if my friend wanted this or not but then when I saw the fear in her eyes I spun her away from him and said she was my partner while another of my friends went to inform security that he had a little too much to drink.