Her Price (on hold)

"So Sweetheart, What's your price?" I hear a drunkenly dark voice ask. I turn and look at the man talking to me. He looks to be about 60 yrs old and has a gold wedding band on. I scowl at him in disgust. "Listen Mr. I am not a hooker and if I was I sure as HELL wouldn't give you the time of day!" I spat at him. I go to turn back to the bar and He grabs my arm and jerks me sideways, before I get the chance to turn around and knock some sense into this guy, he releases me. When I turn to look, I see another man has grabbed the old guy and is holding him off the ground by his throat! The guy tosses the old man clear to the other side of the club and then begins to straighten his suit. Damn, now I have to thank this nameless guy for helping me out. I go to approach and the guy in question turns around. I am then frozen by a pair of Blue Cobalt eyes.