<span style="color: #FF0000">Ross grinned at Eleanor as she vaulted herself over the bar and took a couple of bottles for herself. The grin turned into a laugh as the bartender spotted her from across the room and started yelling. Ross gave the man a friendly wave from afar and chased after Eleanor as she ran past, sidestepping some of the people in his way and shoving the rest.<br/><br/>An arm reached out and grabbed Ross, stopping him short. Ross whirled around to see who had grabbed him and found himself face to face with a snarling stranger. Ross was sure he had never seen the man in his entire life. His breath reeked of stale alcohol. <br/><br/>"So, you think you can just go an' dance with my Marsie, do ya, ya git? Ya thick or something? Take my wife for a slag? I'll show you-" the man's slurred speech was interrupted with a wheeze of breath as Ross punched him in the gut. The man doubled over on the ground in pain, then ejected the foulest-smelling vomit Ross had ever gotten a whiff of in his life from his mouth. Ross gingerly bent down to pat the man's cheek.<br/><br/>"I hope she leaves you soon, mate, she can do a lot better." <br/><br/>Ross wiped his hand on a passing bush as he finally made his way over to the newly formed group, who were now passing a bottle around. He smiled again as he approached them, asking, "Why does everyone <span style="font-style: italic">always </span>want to fight me?"</span>