Stay Upstairs and Watch

“If you don’t leave immediately, I’ll call security.”

“You don’t want to do that. You want to really enjoy yourself.”

You sit there rooted to the spot, uncertain what to do. You’re too far away to intervene, and you couldn’t do much anyway. They’re bigger than you. They look menacing.

“Maybe we should get security,” you tell Krystal. Krystal nods. “I’ll do it,” she says. Her movement draws their attention.

“Oh look, it’s the loser and his fat girl,” one of them mocks. “You’re about to get a front row seat to what real men do with good looking women like these.”

“Don’t you dare,” you manage to shout, but your voice is cracking. What can you do? What can you do?

Anissa and Spencer have edged to the other side of the net, Blair and Layla are protecting them. The lead man turns to wink at you, and that’s his fatal mistake. Layla and Blair move. The guy winking at you doubles up as Layla goes straight for his groin. His most forward companion is distracted by that, enough that Blair slips behind him, and grabs him in a chokehold, quickly pressing him down with a knee in the back. In moments two men are down, and the other is backing off, hands raised.

It’s at this stage that the first security guard appears. In no time at all more security and management arrive. The three men are quickly escorted out, the one Layla tackled needing help from the third, while the one Blair neutralised helps as best he can.

You meanwhile descend to see if you can help. There’s whole batch of security and management hanging around. One of them tries to stop you entering the court, but you point out you’re with the victims and Krystal backs you up.