Try to stop her, halfheartedly

You call across the subway car to her. "Lauren, leave the poor guy alone."

She turned around with a judging expression, clearly confused that you're not playing along.

You walk to her and take her hand to tug her away, drunkenly. However, she resists; your tug causes you to you lose balance and falling onto his lap. "Oops!" You giggle as you stand up, making a point of wiggling your butt onto his lap. "He looks like the kind that would blow his load if I don't get up too quickly."

Lauren laughs and points to his crotch. "I think you're right!"

He rushes to move his hands to his crotch in an attempt to cover the defined bulge in his pants. Clearly uncomfortable, he slides a few seats away from you both.

"Oh no you've scared the poor guy," Lauren says to me in mock sympathy.

You look over at him. "I guess he can't handle the attenti--" You’re interrupted by a yelp from the man.

He looks terrified. He faces an empty seat and says, "Why won't you people leave me alone?"

You and Lauren look at each other, concerned.

He continues, manically, "What do you mean? I don't care if you're with them or not--"

Suddenly, someone behind you grabs a fistful of your hair at its roots and drags you to your feet. You and Lauren both scream in unison as you're both tugged across the car. You stumble in your outfit until the mysterious strong person holds you both in front of him like an offering. You're held high enough that you have to balance on the balls of your feet to take the strain off your scalp. You try to turn your head but you're held tightly. Flailing your arms to try to fight back, you can't feel anyone behind you.

In your periphery, you can see Lauren doing the same.

He continues talking to the empty chair. "What? I don't know! You decide! I don't want anything to do with your silly game." He yelps once again and holds his cheek as if someone has just slapped him.