Anthony's mind was clouded with three things, pleasure from the dancer's lips around his cock; liquor from his drunken state; and finally confusion due to Henry's words. It took Charles' yell to penetrate the other two clouds around him, but not in enough time to stop Charles from getting past him to swing at Henry.
"Charles!" He finally called out. The women had enough sense to get out of the way before being trampled. Though he knew they had to make a sight since all were nude from at least knees to waist if not ankles to waist.
"Charles, stop." Anthony grabbed his arm as he took another swing at Henry.