Nash's fingers dug firmly into the guy's wrist, twisting just enough to make him wince, his fat arm shaking.
"Back off," Nash said calmly.
The fat man yanked his hand free, rubbing his wrist.
"The hell? Who are you, her dad? I was just talking. She didn't say no! Back off yourself, asshole."
Nash then stood slowly, his 193 cm frame unfolding, large shoulders broad and athletic build making the fat guy look small.
The fat man opened his mouth again, but shut it quick, eyes widening as Nash towered over him.
Nash spoke calm, not angry or threatening, like explaining to a kid throwing a tantrum.
"Talking?" Nash said. "Talking isn't fun when you're all alone. You're disturbing everyone's fun, y'know that? You kill everyone's fun, you kill the business. Walk away. Enjoy the night, find someone who actually want to talk with you... But somewhere else."
The fat man's eyes darted around, some people in the crowd were glancing over, moans pausing as people watched the standoff.
