He felt his heart thud in his chest as he was grabbed, all his instincts screaming for him to get the heck out of there as quickly as possible. What was with this guy? Was he trying to rob him? He gripped the man's wrist that was holding his shirt, emerald eyes staring at him with a flurry of emotions, mostly anger and fear. "Listen dude, I don't know what kind of drugs your on, but let me go." He warned, though if it was between the two of them it was probably obvious who would win a fight, and it wasn't the redhead.<br/><br/>"Explain what? Like I said, just a few too many. Just going to go home and sleep it off." He continued, though... Why did the man say "humans" and not "people"? No, he was just overthinking, he was just messed up... Right. Still, it wasn't like he actually could go home... So what then? Hope this guy didn't follow him to the next bar? Dealing with other people had never been his strong point, and confrontational people even less so, but he wished that tonight would just let up and go easy on him.