"Young lady, can you play with me?" I turned my head to my side to find a drunken man hugging me, "My wife just left me, I'm very lonely."
"Sir, you can't go around hugging people as you please! It's impolite," I scolded him while breaking free from his hug.
"Don't—hic—be like that, young lady," he hiccuped, "I see you are–hic–standing alone. We can–hic–accompany each other," he walked closer to me haphazardly and hugged me for the second time.
"Sir! Let me go!" I tried to get out of his arms, but he wouldn't budge.
"Don't say that. I know you—hic—like it," he put his nose on my neck, and breathed into me disgustingly. "You smell good, lady."
My brows furrowed with disgust at the proximity I had to this drunken man. He reeks of booze and I think I could puke at any moment right now. Maybe this was the right time to put the lessons I've learned into practice. I hope I'm doing this right.
