She wasn't worried about the man gripping her arm, not really. There had been far creepier morons back home and in school and college that she'd had to kick in the nuts or more than one occasion. Nope, Abi was pissed that whatever moment she and Ernest had been sharing was broken by this skinny little asswipe holding onto her arm like a lollipop. She wanted to break his teeth and shove them down his throat.
Abi let Ernest step in for her when the guy didn't seem to get the word no, English or not. She gritted her jaw and listened to the exchange, her eyes lighting up in fire when she caught one word she did know. Of course all kids learning foreign languages learned the dirty words first.
"Fuck you say about my ass?" she demanded, trying to yank his hand from her arm. It wasn't until Ernest stepped in with the Spanish that the man let go, scowling at her dance partner with anger at being embarrassed.
She wasn't about to let him get off so lightly though, not when he still refused to move out of their space. "Excuse me, did I stutter? Leave. Me. Alone." She grabbed Ernest's hand and turned to walk away, nonplussed by the encounter.