a couple of meters away, two guys stand talking and watching her sluggishly making her way towards them and turning the corner. one grinned at the other, who then made his way towards her.
"Hi miss."
she ignored him.
"Miss, pwede makuha number mo?"
she looked away.
"Miss sige na."
she tried to ignore him, but even in her drunken haze she couldn't ignore the fact that his hand was slithering its way down her back. she shivered slightly. "Fuck off." she whispered.
Suddenly, pressure on her backside, on her arm, on her wrist, holding her back. there was no one around. and she had never been the type of girl who would scream over anything. not even over this. she stopped walking. not that she had any choice. for the first time, she looked at her assailant.
it was a guy. a tall, fat guy in white. he looked harmless enough. in fact, he looked like quite the sissy. she couldn't see his face. again, she was never the type of person who would look a person in the face. it was rude and intrusive.
she took a deep breath. not to gather her strength, nor to scream. she sighed out of frustration. perhaps it was the alcohol in her system, but at that moment, she was far more annoyed at being inconvenienced than upset at being harassed. and she was perfectly annoyed at seeing this hopeless, geeky looking guy trying to hit on her, and by the fact that if he did, there was nothing she could do about it. she was, after all, just a lone, drunk girl irritated beyond belief.
she took a deep breath and glared at the idiot hurting her arm, and waited. amazingly, the fat guy relaxed his grip. he walked away dejectedly, almost making her feel sorry for him.
maybe he was just a sorry excuse for a guy.
still, her arm hurt badly.
she continued walking.