“Don’t ruin this,” I say. “You’ll just piss everyone off again and get thrown out. There’s no need for that.”

Scott rolls his eyes, and I turn to leave, but suddenly, he grabs my wrist and tugs me onto his lap.

“Hey!”

“I didn’t say you could walk away from me.” His hand gropes my breast, his beer-laden breath hot on my cheek as he says, “I’m paying you to be nice to me, you stupid bitch.”

“Fuck y—”

Strong arms pull me out of the asshole’s lap. I glance up to see Cameron, his steely blue eyes hard on Scott as Keegan grabs the man by his shirt and yanks him out of the chair.

“Outside, you piece of rubbish,” Keegan growls and hurries out the front door as Scott flails about and yells for Larry.

Cameron and I, along with Maeve and Maggie, hurry after them. Just as I round the corner of the building, I see Keegan bury his fist in Scott’s face.

“You think it’s okay to touch women like that?” He hits him again.

“Fuck you,” Scott growls.

“You’re probably a fucking rapist.” Keegan plants his knee in Scott’s stomach.

“She asked for it,” Scott wheezes.

“Someone needs to teach you a goddamn lesson.” Again, Keegan’s fist connects with Scott’s face. Over and over, until blood runs from his nose and trickles from the side of his mouth.

I look up at Cameron. “Aren’t you going to stop this?”

“Hell, no, that prick deserves it.”

I don’t know if I should feel scared, amused, or turned on.

“I’m going to fucking sue you, asshole,” Scott says.

“Do it.” Keegan’s nose is millimeters from Scott’s. “Fucking do it. I bet you have sexual assault charges the length of my arm against you, you wanker. And where’s your friend now?”

We all look around, and I see Larry walking quickly down the street. He jumps in a car and zooms away.

“He just left,” I call out.

“If you ever touch any woman like that again, I’ll be there, and you’ll get it worse than this. If you ever make her or anyone else uncomfortable again, I’ll fucking kill you. Do you understand me?”

“Fuck you.”

“Jesus, man, just stop the macho bullshit,” Cameron warns him. “In case you missed it, you lost.”

“I’ll rape her, and then I’ll fuck her pretty little mouth,” Scott says.

Keegan rears back and plants his elbow square in the middle of Scott’s face, knocking the other man out. He lets him fall to the ground.

“Should I call an ambulance?” Maeve asks.

“No,” Keegan replies.

“Probably,” Cameron counters.

As he walks over to me, I see that his knuckles are bleeding. “Are you okay?”

“Me? I’m fine. You’re the one bleeding. Jesus, Keegan.”