"Ya." Warren said looking back over his shoulder, only half aware of what he was agreeing to.<br/><br/>Yezi wanted him to show her how to do something tech related. Spending more time with<i>her </i>seemed like a very cool prospect, but it wasn't the most important thing right now. Sexual assaults on college campuses, both reported and unreported, held very alarming statistics.<i>If she's not sober and willing, you keep it in your pants boy. </i>Moms was always good with sage advise, even if the conversation was less than comfortable. Warren was just a little guy when his sperm donor had walked out on them. He'd like to think, that if either of them were here, they'd approve of what he was about to do. He couldn't be certain of what the postmortem would hold. Big college sports hated bad press worse then they hated losing seasons. He'd stop this situation cold, come hell or water high and let the chips fall where they may. After seeing this, Warren had no further designs on ever attending another party at the football house.<br/><br/>He could hear the blood roaring in his ears as he forced the ground floor bedroom door open, stepped inside and planted his feet. The girl was still passed out and laying on the bed. Warren clinched his fists and his jaw, then the rest of the room came into view. The player was leaned up against the dresser and there was another girl inside as well. She was leaned against the wall and just stood there staring at Warren with a blank expression.<br/><br/>"Can I help you?" the player asked with a bit of annoyance.<br/><br/>"Um." Warren said looking at the girl on the bed, still fully clothed.<br/><br/>"Oh Shit. He thought..." the girl against the wall said, cupping a hand over her mouth.<br/><br/>The player looked over at the girl passed out on the bed, then looked to his friend and laughed nervously before looking back to Warren, "Naw! That's Elise's girl Beth. She can't hold her liquor, so we just put her some place safe when she passes out. That's good looken' out though. Most folk wouldn't have."<br/><br/>The player offered Warren his fist. Warren pounded it and apologized before backing out of the room and closing the door behind him.<i>God, I feel like an asshole. </i>He walked back to the kitchen with his heart pounding the whole way. There was no universe in existence where Warren didn't walk into that bedroom. The outcome was a little embarrassing for him, but much better than he expected to find.<i>It's the sort of thing that makes a fellow want to rip off somebody's head and shit down their neck. </i>And it was that thought that told Warren he ought to grab his bag and head out. Odd things tended to happen when he was all amped-up like this.<br/><br/>The sound of shattering glass and voice pierced the hallway, barely audible above the music,<b>"Dominique!"<br/>
</b><br/>His pupils dilated and his face felt numb. He couldn't tell who had yelled, but Warren was familiar with hearing duress in a person's voice. Heavy footfalls carried him into the kitchen. Broken glass and ice was on the floor, but the kitchen was otherwise empty. The smell of spilled rum filled his senses as he whipped his head to the nearby stair case in time enough to see a head full of wavy black hair disappear around the corner, like someone was being carried. He took the first three steps in a single stride and chanced a glance behind him to make sure it was clear. Warren blatantly blinked out, disappearing from where he was and reappearing on the next to the last step atop the staircase in the space of any blink. Wasting little time, he rounded the corner on foot as he caught sight of Yezi being carried upon the shoulder of a rather large player. It was relative, all of them were larger than Warren. Yezi looked distressed and it seemed as if she were struggling to get away form him but failing. Warren's nostrils flared. This time, the danger was real and Warren trotted down the hall to catch up.<br/><br/>Warren leaped upon to Dom's back and managed to grab a rear naked choke hold, despite Yezi being on the opposite shoulder. Dom stumbled to the side as he and Warren bumped into the wall opposite of Yezi. A large hand try to pry him lose and failing that, he reached back toward Warren's face. Warren lashed out and bit him and Dom's free hand retreated back in front of him. It wasn't but a moment before Dom went down to one knee and Yezi was free. Warren leaned back with Dom and wrapped his legs around Dom's stomach and the two of them were on the floor. Dom tried to roll from one side and then the other in an attempt to get back up. Wild elbow shots flew backwards but caught nothing but the floor. Warren had it locked in with his hands closed into fists so Dom couldn't try and break his fingers.<br/><br/>"Don't fight it. Just sleep." Warren advised.<br/><br/>Some of the players were legit tough guys, some were just athletes. Dom stunk like liquor so it was impossible to tell. Either way, it was over. Warren let go when Dom stopped moving and used his hand to make sure he could feel Dom's breath just in case. Summers, evenings and weekends at a boxing/mma gym in his neighborhood for at risk youth had been time well spent it seemed. The trainers never thought much of him skill-wise. Being touched meant Warren had to sandbag most of his talent when other people were watching. He rolled Dom over and stood up slowly, hoping that Yezi didn't have too many questions that Warren couldn't answer.<br/><br/>"Are you okay? If you wanna call the cops, I'll back you on it." Warren promised.