Blaine

You were at a club after a long day, sitting at the bar, when a man sat down next to you and started offering you a cocktail, not the one he had just bought, but the one he had already brought with him, and he asked you to drink it.

• Come on, drink your cocktail! The man started trying to force you to drink it.
• No! I won't. You resisted, but the man didn't back down. Suddenly, another man emerged from behind the man, a muscular, tall, brunette with green eyes, he grabbed the man (who was trying to push a cocktail into you) by the shoulder and squeezed hard, he winced and dropped the glass, and jerked towards Blaine
• Are you crazy? Son of a bitch! the one who was pestering shouted, and Blaine in turn raised his other hand and squeezed his other shoulder, leaning down to speak in his ear
• Son of a bitch? - You were hitting on a girl and trying to push a probably poisoned cocktail on her, we know the type... He pushed him off the chair, who in turn fell on his back, Blaine stepped on his chest.
• Run before I make things worse. He let go of his leg, the man got up and ran out of the club. Blaine walked up to you and offered his hand.
• Be more careful next time.