Sensing her body language, the other two men at the table started to get up to join their friends. Before they could get far, however, a loud voice halted their movement as confusion replaced the slimy smirks on their faces. In all honesty, everybody’s eyes were on the drunken gentleman. Despite the music, the dancing patrons even slowed their sways to crane their necks over the heads of their peers, hoping to get a glimpse of the action. The men gambling at their table not far from the commotion paused their game to witness their recent companion shoot his mouth off to these complete strangers. The rich man who had taken the most interest in Diego seemed a little disappointed, but was certainly curious about his current actions. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest, and watched the scene unfold.<br/><br/>The two men that had surrounded Loretta glanced at each other in confusion. What was this guy on about? Before they could open their mouth to defend themselves, the red head felt the splash of Diego’s alcohol all over his face. He sputtered and coughed as he wiped away the wet from his face. The second splash made him yell out in anger, his face now redder than  the few strands of hair around the crown of his head. This action shook the other two out of their stupors. The cracking of their knuckles could be heard by those who sat near, each of them slowly positioning themselves around the belligerent drunkard.<br/><br/>All five of them glared the man down, but one of them changed their focus as he heard Loretta announce her exit. The one closest to the tavern’s entrance watched her duck between his cohorts and slide out of the circle. He slinked back from his friends and stalked off towards the door, cutting her off and blocking her path, nonchalantly greeting her with a sickening grin. “Now where do you think you’re going, hon?” He slurred out between missing teeth. The few teeth he still had, browned and blackened from poor diet and hygiene, he licked with his tongue as his black beady eyes roamed downwards along her body. His eyes shifted back up to meet hers, “i ain’t think that we’ve quite finished with you yet.”<br/><br/>When the music shifted, nobody seemed to really notice, save for the rich lord. While he kept his focus on Diego, he shifted his eyes towards the bard, finding the song, and perhaps the man playing it, to be something worth noting. Especially so when he looked back at the events taking place before him, noticing all the men begin to slump a bit where they stood, as if directly effected by the tune he played. The five men felt it too, but didn’t think much of it as they had recently imbibed on much drink and merely attributed it to that. The one who confronted Loretta kept his relaxed position and pointed stare, but his eyelids began to droop ever so slightly. The other four, not trying to keep up appearances for anybody, moved sluggishly towards him. The redhead, being the one insulted most by Diego, lunged first. He sloppily threw himself at him, his large frame bouldering towards him, “I’ll squash you little man!” He bellowed out, spittle flying out towards Diego’s face with each word.