Bryan collapsed into a dark booth after being pushed into it by the fella he had met two bars ago. He had been staring at Bryan's lips and offering him drinks and before he knew it Bryan was drunk and was being led about bars like some sort of boy toy. He was only vaguely aware of what this fella, with a painfully bad bleach job, wanted from him in his state. He kept leading him about by his belt and asking if the rest of him was pierced, even drunk he knew what that meant, but he wanted the drinks the man kept buying more than anything else he could imagine at that certain point in time.
The evening had started out simply enough. Bryan was feeling a little lonely and in need of some female companionship, so he left Haven by himself and made his way into town, stopping at the first bar he came across. He had a few drinks but didn't meet any girls so he moved on, at the next one he had been sent drinks by some pretty girl, or so he thought until the bartender corrected him and pointed to the man with the bad hair at the end of the bar. By that point he was simply just ready to drink and hadn't seen any harm in accepting a drink or six from a stranger.
His phone tumbled out of his pocket so he reached down to get it, the guy that had brought him took the opportunity to grope his backside. He told the man to 'cock if of', which in his mind had been knock it off, and it only encouraged him to grope Bryan a little more. Bryan flipped open his phone and dialed the one person who he thought might know how to handle the situation for him. When the man picked up he shouted into the phone, "Fred! You've got to come rape me!" Bryan blinked, knowing that was wrong. "No, you've got to come get me!"