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Aaron glances over his shoulder as he shoves his way through the crowds of drunk and high club goers. Something was obviously wrong as Aaron has a very smooth way of traveling through the crowd at Eden’s Twilight which is using his small size to his advantage by slipping through gaps between people and yet here he is shoving people out of his way to get to the stairs. A few drinks were thrown at him but he didn’t care, he continued to run. He was up the stairs in moments, pausing only briefly to search for his brother. Once he spotted him, he ran until he collided with him. His arms wrapped tight around Andrew’s torso with a strength one could only muster when desperate.
“What the f-“ Andrew cut himself off as he registered what was happening. His expression quickly righted itself to its usual apathetic look while his gaze shifted to the stairs that he knew Aaron had come from. There he spotted a man at the top of them with his eyes not focused on him but on Aaron. Carefully he lifts a hand slowly to rest on the back of his shaking brother’s head. He shushes him gently, tilting his head down a bit but keeping his sharp gaze on the man. “What did he do?” He asks quietly, a conversation reserved for the two of them.
“Forced himself onto me.” It was a soft whimper as the sleek shine of tears was apparent on his cheeks.
Andrew’s annoyed gaze flickered for a brief moment to fear before the apathy took over once more. “Now who might you be?” He asks loudly so that he could be heard over the music as he tilts his head up again.
“Just a friend,” the man replies, approaching.
He tuts softly, shaking his head. “Now now, don’t lie to me, you’re in my territory after all.”
The man seemed confused by this as they didn’t even seem old enough to be in here which made this situation much worse as the man seems to be in his late twenties possibly early thirties.
He rolls his eyes but doesn’t explain. Instead he gestures vaguely in the direction of his table to call someone over.
Kevin pushes himself to his feet, silently telling Neil to stay before heading over to them. “Come on, Aaron, let’s go sit down.” He allows the younger twin to latch onto him and walks him back to the table where he would be safe between Kevin and Neil.
“Let’s try this again, who are you?” Andrew asks, taking slow steps toward the man who had halted himself a safe distance away.
“I’m just a visitor,” he says, taking a small step back as he swallows dryly.
“Alright, what were you doing with my brother?”
“Nothing, I swear!”
There’s the gleam of a knife; the bright and colorful lights bouncing off the clean, silver blade. Andrew pulls the man down by his throat to look him in the eye with the knife hovering near his face. “Try that again.”
There’s nothing but the vibrating sound of the music and the fainter sound of people.
“Talk or I might just have to ruin my new shirt and I don't think either of us want that.”
The man swallows dryly as he tries to look anywhere but at Andrew. “He’s attractive, that’s all.” It was soft, just barely audible over the music.
“So what you’re telling me is that you finding him attractive gave you the right to force yourself upon him?” The blade presses against the man’s cheek, drawing blood.
He hisses in pain, trembling a bit. “No! I had his consent.”
“Lying to me again? I’ve lost track of how many strikes that is so let’s just say it’s three. Bruce!” He didn’t even look to see if the man he’s calling for was around as he knew that he would be watching.
One of the security guards approaches, watching silently as he awaits orders.
Andrew takes a moment to glance back at his table. He huffs, “Teach this guy a lesson on consent.” He gives him a good shove so he falls on his ass. “I don’t want to see your face here ever again, visitor.” Flashing a grin he sheaths his knife and heads to his table to make sure his brother is alright. They’d leave soon after so Aaron could calm down easier.