"Who are you, man?" the man slurred pressing his finger on Jeremy's chest. "Move…" he placed his hand on Jeremy's chest and tried to push Jeremy back.
"Piss off, turd!"
Jeremy was leaning forward with his nose almost touching the other person's. His shoulders were stiff and his jaws were clenched. Jerlina noticed his hands fisted and his nerves were protruding.
From Jeremy's stiff expression, Jerlina could conclude that the drunkard has offended him.
"Joel, let's go," Jerlina, the pacifier, held Jeremy's arm as she tried to de-escalate the tension.
She was not scared if Jeremy would lose the fight. But the other guy was drunk and it won't be considered a fair fight. Also, she didn't want Joel to accidentally get hit in his abdomen. In this unfamiliar pace, she felt it would be better for them to not make ripples.
