Something tells you now is the time to step in

You move away from your hiding spot, acting like you've just come from the bathroom, and getting back inside to the dance floor. 'Oh, hey guys,' you say, like you just spotted them. 'Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?'

John stares at you, perplexed. 'What does it look like man?' he shouts. 'I'm about to destroy this whore you're so in love with. Get the fuck out.'

Sarah smiles at you sweetly, John's massive cock right at her lips. 'Oh hey, Robbie. You here to watch the show?' she says, before realization dawns on her face. 'Oh, heeeyyyy, I recognize those shoes! You're the one from Daphne's picture, aren't you?'

'Oh, uh... yeah,' you answer, scratching the back of your head a little embarrassed. 'You saw that one, huh?'

'You?!' John shouts. 'What the fuck man? Why would you do that to me? I thought we were friends?'

'What do you mean?' you ask. 'Do what?'

'Taking one of my girls, dude!' he shouts. 'I worked hard for those!'

'Whoa man, I didn't - ' you start, but he stops you by running over to you and punching you straight in the jaw.

'Not cool man!' he shouts. 'Don't ever - ' He punches again. 'Do - ' Another punch. 'That - ' Punch. 'Again!'

Blood spurts from your nose. You didn't imagine punching would hurt so bad, but it did. You are fueled by incredible adrenaline and anger, but too weak to attack him yourself. He has the upper hand in this fight, because he sucker punched you out of nowhere. 'What the fuck man!' you shout.

John looks like he's about to shout something back, but his mouth stops working mid-breath. Sarah has kicked him square in the cock, and without another word, he collapses, writhing in pain.

'Thanks...' you mutter towards Sarah, before you lose consciousness yourself.