Snippet #2275299

Just as he was sure no one was coming to help and the overly made-up woman began to try and pull him down to her for a kiss- her breathe causing him to wrinkle his nose in disgust-, a strong hand grabbed him by the collar of his black jacket while the other pried the woman off of him. Standing between them now was a muscle-bound man that couldn't have been anything other than a bouncer; Amory was certain this is where he normally should have made his escape, but right now this man was his savior and he was just too relieved to do anything other than stand there as the other man forced the drunk woman to back off. Before he'd had a moment to catch his breath he was being drug off through the crowd after the other man, forced to lean down because although the bouncer was bulkier he was several inches shorter than Amory.

As they walked-or stumbled-the bouncer pulled Amory down to yell into his ear over the pumping bass, "The boss sent me to save you. Then he told me to bring you up there." With that he pointed upwards were the tall teen could just spot the top of John's head as he chatted away with two girls that Amory could only assume must be from the apartment complex. Just as they reached the bottom of the steps a second bouncer followed by yet a third appeared from the second level. "Boss needs us to go sort out some trouble at the bar," the first one jerked his thumb in the direction of the conflict, indicating that the man holding Amory's collar should follow him. Without thinking the teen's captor-savior followed the other man, not releasing the boy as he walked.

"Umm...." the small objection was swallowed up by the crowd and the music as the group of men wove their way through the flailing bodies toward the man and woman at the bar. As they approached closer Amory used his superior height to get a good look at the two people they were headed too; suddenly he jerked out of the bigger man's grasp as he realized he knew the girl from earlier in the day, although he couldn't quite recall her name. Before the bouncer could grab him again he was gone in the crowd- slinking through the last few bodies to reach Leslie and the man that was tugging hard on her wrist.

"Um- hi! Fancy seeing you here... of all places..." his voice was loud enough to be heard over the booming music, but was stilted awkwardly as he wasn't really sure how to introduce himself in this kind of situation. Without further adue he gazed meaningfully down at the painful-looking death-grip the man had on Leslie's arm. "Ah- I may be mistaken," here he paused, because it was entirely possible as he was generally clueless with women- given that once he'd gone out with a girl without knowing they were a couple for two weeks. However, he was pretty certain based on all the evidence he was correct in this instance, so he plunged ahead, "But I don't think that's how you get a girl to like you." Here he pointed at the man's hand.

"Shut up and back off- you're not needed here!" the obviously drunk man railed at him as he continued to try and pull Leslie closer. When Amory didn't immediately back off, actually electing to move closer instead, the man balled his other hand into a fist and threw it wildly at the wiry teen. Instinct and training took over and Amory brought his hands up into a boxing stance, first dodging the wide swing and then responding with a quick one-two to the other man's abdomen. Gasping for air the assailant went down just as the three bouncers arrived. Unsure of what to do next Amory sidled over to stand beside Leslie, fidgeting awkwardly.