"Wow. Sounds like a pack of jackasses." He took his beer and paid for it before taking a sip. The urge to smile took a lot of willpower to suppress. The loser who thought he was a punk rocker was out partying and here Martin was, with his hot girlfriend. Even if the sleazeball had fifteen girls on his lap right now, Martin was with his girl. He felt like a champion.
"I'm sorry he left you. It's really not safe to be alone downtown at night. I'll make sure you get back to your hotel, or if you need to, you can crash at my Aunt's house. That's where I am."