as I downed another drink in the warm atmosphere of Lee's so called 'Florida room' with dozens of drunk and hormonal guys chanting around me, I suddenly felt a hand grab a chunk of my hair. whoever it was tugged and pulled and nabbed at my dark brown, waist length hair until finally, I tumbled to the ground. guys huddled around me, several reaching down to squeeze my face and laugh when I pulled away, some even spitting on me as I lay vulnerable and drunk on the ground. just as another man, much larger than me with several tattoos bend down to grab me, a sudden voice called from the crowd. The voice was coated with a thick accent, English I presume.
"OI! DON'T TOUCH HER!' A tall-ish guy with waaay more tattoos than the man now hovering over me stroked my hair ripped the man off from on top of me. He pushed him half way across the room and into a wall, immediately bringing his hands up to his neck.
"YOU KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER, MATE." letting him drop, tattoo guy looked around the room with a look that could kill.
"LEE. I WANT THEM ALL OUT." Lee, a good friend of mine sheepishly and concerned, hurried into the room. Looking around he gestured everyone out of the house.
"Sorry, Pheeb, I'm really sorry." Lee hugged me as I cried into his shoulder, still shaken.
"Um, Pheeb, this is uh Oli. Oli, this is Pheeb." So called Oli waved at me and smiled a little to the side.
Damn. He is cute. Seems nice as well.
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