5: Nolan.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," she says, with glassy eyes and the strong scent of tequila on her breath.

"Thanks, man, I can take her from here," some skinny guy wearing a CrossFit shirt says as he reaches for Caroline.

"What you can do is back the fuck up." I narrow my eyes at him and he pauses. "She's mine."

"Not according to my bar tab." The little shit must be blind because I'm almost twice his size.

"This is Ronnie. He let me try tequila," Caroline slurs and I roll my eyes. "It's pretty gross but it's less gross with limes. I had two whole shots."

"Well, Ronnie is about to get his teeth knocked out." I see his eyebrows pull together like he's calculating if Caroline is worth the fight. She is, but he wouldn't make it out alive.

"Whatever," he finally tosses out when he decides he can't take me. He turns to walk away but even over the noise of the place I can hear him. "Bitch can't handle her liquor anyway."

I've got Caroline on her feet and behind me in a flash as I grab R