Something didn't seem right amongst the cabal of men with needles in their hand. There was a louder commotion as a girl was introduced to the group. But she clearly didn't want to partake in any of what was happening there. Either it be the whiskey, or the fact that these assholes were forcing a girl to take some substance without her consent, but Arjun's back immediately stiffened as he turned around. He wasn't the most well built, but he wasn't a frail little thing like his high school and early college days. He cocked his head, as he took a step forward.<br/><br/>His heart was racing, the music practically blurted out any thoughts or doubts about stepping in. Stepping forward he firmly gripped the man's shoulder that was holding the girl's arm forcibly but made sure to smile, as he held his drink in one hand, "Hey thank you so much for finding her, I was looking everywhere for her. Really I wish I could thank you more. I lost her in the crowd and she just gets carried away with all the music and everything." He didn't break eye contact with the man, this interaction  would end in two ways, well three. The most ideal was the guy would back off without punching Arjun, the second was that he would get distracted by the abruptness and then punch Arjun and hopefully let go of the girl's hand or he'd have to initiate and bash the guy in the head with his glass of scotch.<br/><br/>Arjun only broke eye contact with the man as he looked over to the blonde, feigning that she was his girlfriend "This one of your old college friends? I don't think we've met before but I'm Arjun." He extended his hand to the man— maybe if he played the dumb boyfriend it wouldn't come to a violent end. He could feel his heart pumping, adrenaline flowed through his veins and he really hoped that his hand wasn't noticeably shaking.<i>Why </i>was he doing this for some unknown girl in an unknown club? Well, he would've done it for Prithvi.