Dyfed had just gotten a job at one of the city's hottest clubs. He'd heard about it on the radio and from a few of his friends that were lucky enough to get in. He never really expected to get the job, he just applied for it because his friends dared him to. The club owner took one look at him and thought to herself, damn he's cute. Dyfed is around six feet five inches tall, and weighs about two hundred and fifty pound. A very intimidating spectre in a dimly lit club. He had also been taking martial arts classes for about fifteen years. The night wore on slowly until it was time for him to go to work. He was so nervous that he almost forgot to grab his security shirt. Dyfed wasn't really a big crowd person, he'd rather be at home with a few friends hanging out. He worked for a satelite television company from nine in the morning until five at night. He took the job working only on the weekends. Friday was to be his first night on the scene, and he had no idea what to expect. Things were relatively calm for the first couple of hours, but with alcohol flowing freely that didn't last long. A petite blonde approached Dyfed and told him that a guy was constantly groping her chest.
"Show me who he is, and I'll take care of it for you." Dyfed told her.
"It's the guy over by the speakers in the plaid shirt." The blonde responded with a slight slur.
"I'll go have a talk with him for you." Dyfed replied and started toward the gentleman in the plaid shirt.
"Hey buddy, I want to talk to you." Dyfed said as he approached.
"What do you want? I didn't do anything wrong you ass hole." The man replied.
It was obvious that the man was drunk, and Dyfed didn't want to cause a scene on his first day. He told the man about the woman complaining and asked him to leave her alone.
"Screw that bimbo, she was rubbing on my cock so I thought that she was trying to pick me up." The drunk man replied.
"Just leave her alone for the rest of the night buddy, or I'll have to ask you to leave." Dyfed explained.
