Someone sat next to me. The Japanese man who was probably already a bit drunk, the guy raved in Japanese. I ignored him because I didn't want to be bothered. But it seems that because of drunkenness, the person mistakenly thought that I was a hostess girl because of my make-up. He grabbed my shoulders and tried to put his arm around me.
I brushed his hand away. While he seems to be quite drunk with the appearance of tattooed hands. Like the gangsters in Japanese Yakuza movies.
"I'm not a hostess girl, man!" I warned him.
"My love come with me tonight" he kept pushing forward, it seemed he didn't understand what I was saying or he was too drunk to realize what he was doing.
Before the hand grabbed me again and I lost my temper, a stout hand grabbed hers and in a deep voice reprimanded the man in Japanese.
"Acchi ike, Kanojo wa watashi no monodesu**"
**Getaway, she is mine
