Tonight just kept getting better and better. Within seconds, Jessica was at Wanda's side, meeting the inebriated stranger's glower. Clearly, Wanda had thrown him in there with good reason. Her fists clenched at her sides, ready to defend if the man got combative. "Do you want to go back?" she asked coolly, unfazed by his darkening glare. "Don't ruin this for everyone." But now most of everyone's heads were turned, watching curiously at the hostile scene in the middle of the room. He snarled and swept his arm across the table, flipping it onto its side. A collective gasp sounded from the background.
"That bitch ruined my life!" Fueled by alcoholic rage, he wound his fist back and lunged at Wanda. "Ah-" Jessica caught his fist in a viper-quick grip and watched as he stared wildly down at his hand. "You don't want to do that," she told him, tightening her already crushing grip. He sucked in a breath and hissed, his entire arm weakened, though he appeared to be conflicted about taking his chances and getting his revenge, or backing down.