(Allright, let´s see how I can do this XD Lots of gratitious Spanish in this post, but I added the translation just after the dialogue, so you all can understand. I dunno exactly how the methhead is supposed to react, but I hope that this post doesn´t sound very unrealistic for anyone)
Cesar had watched the two boys go inside after rejecting his offer of pot. Actually, he wasn´t that all surprised. The boys were athletes, sportsmen. Obviously, they didn´t need to destroy their bodies the way he was doing. And by the way, that Sterling folk had one amazing bum. Cesar didn´t notice guys very often (as much as girls, anyway), but he liked to find the beauty in a male sometimes. However, right now, he was more fixated on Odile, and just on her.
And I think I cut Cesar off when he was talking inside...?
"Oh, I just wanted to tell you that you don´t have to worry about Devonte being an asshole. He may look like one but it´s just the way he is. He cannot help himself" Cesar didn´t really know Devonte that well. Sometimes they smoked pot together, but judging by the young man´s comments and attitude towards him during those encounters, it was clear that the guy thought of Cesar as some sort of nutcase.
Well, more or less like the rest of people here anyway
"It was just that. Well, I guess I will see you guys inside, then... hope you have a good time, both of you"
Then when the two other guys went into the warehouse, Cesar turned to the girl. He was very surprised as he saw her open her bag and then took a pair of sparklers out. Which kind of girl bring sparklers on her bag nowadays? Cesar actually found himself admiring Odile even more for this. She was like some sort of legendary creature, like a fairy... actually, Cesar could even picture her with a "Tinkerbell" costume, and all. She would be unbearably cute.
Then the song started to blast. It was one of his favorites from Katy Perry. "Firework", that was the name of the world. He was not a particularly big Katy Perry fan, but he had to admit that the song always managed to get him back on high spirits when he heard it.
And then, along came an asshole.
Cesar actually knew the guy. Well, he didn´t know him, really. But he had seen him around before, in the neighbourhood. He was the kind of prick who, when high off his ass, liked to harass people. Especially young women. He knew that the guy was Hispanic like him, he had heard him shouting all sort of epithets and insults in his mother tongue towards the people who refused to give him money or just looked at him wrong.
He saw him grab Odile´s sparkler. Wrong move. Really wrong. Odile didn´t look like she was scared. She seemed a strong lady, and it was clear that she was not afraid of some methhead who wanted to mess up with her. However, he was not going to let the guy treat her like that. Cesar didn´t have a lot of experience fighting. He was not the sort of person to get on a scuffle or something like that. But he didn´t liked the guy, at all. And he didn´t like the way he was adressing Odile.
Thats when he decided to cut in.
Cesar then took a step forward, and his eyes found the man´s gaze. The guy was clearly off the wall, but he decided to go at it anyway
"Voy a decir esto en español, para que lo entiendas claramente" he started, his eyes never missing the man´s, not for one second "Esta chica es una artista, es una dama, y esta conmigo ahora. Ella no necesita que la molestes, y esta claro que yo no necesito que la molestes. Estas jodidamente borracho, asi que lo mejor que puedes hacer es coger tu mierda, irte a casa y dormir. Pero no andes fastidiando por aqui. No a esta chica. No esta noche. Ella necesita que la respetes, y si no quieres hacerlo, ella no tiene porque aguantarte"
I´m going to say this in Spanish, so you can understand me clearly. This girl is an artist, a lady, and she is with me right now. She doesn´t need you to bother her, and it´s clear as water that I don´t need you to bother her. You are fuckingly drunk, so the best thing you can do is grab your shit, go home and go to sleep. But don´t be bothering around here. Not this girl. Not tonight. She needs you to respect her. And if you don´t want to do it, she doesn´t need to put up with you
As he talked, he slowly crossed the distance that separated him and the man, until he was just a couple of inches apart from him. The methhead was shorter than him, a lot, the guy even had to raise his head to look at him directly into the eyes. Cesar uttered the last line in a way that sounded way more menacing and threatening than he had wanted it to be. He didn´t need the fool to get angry and maybe take out a knife and shiv him or whatnot. But he felt angered at how the guy had disrespected Odile, and he didn´t care as long as the guy followed his advice and left.
The methhead took in his words slowly, a little bit perplexed at hearing him talk in his native language. At first he seemed angered, indignant of being ordered around. He looked like he wanted to punch him.
Well, go ahead, then... Cesar thought I´m sure I can take you on a fight.
Then the guy turned to look at Odile again. Don´t do that. Don´t look at her. Cesar was beginning to get pissed off. Why couldn´t the guy take his methed up ass home already? But something in the man´s expression seemed to change as soon as he observed the girl´s features more closely. It seemed as he recognized Odile from somewhere else.
Well, she is sort of famous, it would make sense for her face to be pretty popular
The guy then took a few steps back, and then looked at Cesar.
"Eh, man, there was no need to get so angry... I was just asking what it was..." then he turned around and stumbled out of their sights, a lot of times watching over his shoulder to look at Odile´s face, who had remained calm and cool and collected through the whole ordeal.
Cesar put his hand on her shoulder, hoping she would not jerk away from the contact.
"Are you allright? Sorry about that..."
: Can of Febreeze. Scissors from a first aid kit. Glass shards from a broken mirror.