When the bartender fixed Rose's drink, he politely handed it to her. With a smile and a word of thanks, she began taking a sip. However, she couldn't help but to notice the men, that were behind her laughing, were creeping closer. She paid no mind, and continued to enjoy the solemn moment with her alcohol. It was then that the man, who had sent her a drink before, sat down on a stool adjacent to her. He smirked and began to caress her cheek and play with her her. Quickly, she stood up and moved to a stool that was farther away. The man chuckled before creeping over to her.<br/><br/>"Pardon me, but you are a rather desperate bloke aren't you?" She spoke with her thick, British accent, "I have clearly declined any of your advances and you still see me as if I'm a piece of food. I have no interest in such pricks, and if you think you're flattering me, you have another thing coming. I do not wish to be disturbed by your kind again, now move along and leave me alone." she sighed before being slapped in the face by the man. The drink, that was in her hand, splashed from the glass and onto herself due to the velocity and intensity of the smack. Rose groaned as she rubbed her cheek, noticing her right nostril had began trickling a small amount of blood. She glared as she took off one of her shoes.<br/><br/>"Now little lady, I don't appreciate you acting like that," the man spoke with a smirk, "When I want something, I get it. That includes women, and guess what? You're who I want to take home tonight. Now, just be a good little girl and come home with me." the moment he finished speaking, his face was greeted by a silver, pointed heel. She had hit him repeatedly, leaving cuts and gashes into his face as she stood up. She apologized to the bartender, and paid for her drink. She knew it was time to leave, and quickly. She rapidly took off her other heel and held them as she walked out of the bar. This wasn't going to be a good night for her. She had to get away from those creeps.