I once was a frequenter of "Sin City Books" in Portland, the details of which are not important....
One day I took a straight friend of mine to sample the various video delights to found there. After a while, he came out and asked what to do about a rather aggressive, persistent type that we lovingly had labeled: "Hungry Hanna"
I said: "Tell him your not interested."
He replied: "Did that!"
I said: "Tell him to get the hell out of your booth!"
He replied: "Did that!"
I said: "Knock him on his ass."
A while later, we hear this rather loud crack, and when we went back to the back we found the six foot or so of "Hungry Hanna" laid out in the center aisle. Hungry Hanna was done for the night and was asked to leave the premises.
I don't agree with this #MeToo Political Bullshit.
I watched Kurtis's response and felt he did an excellent first pass at setting his limits. Given who he had up and hanging on his waist, he was far kinder than I would have been.
My Question is: "Where was the bouncer, and why wasn't he doing his job?"
I will not speak to the Draven interaction other than point out that he's my type of man:
Short Muscular Latino
You don't do anything to this man that he doesn't want you do. Period. End of Statement.
I just want to know if "Blueberry Hill" is acceptable for dinner?