Don't shoot the bouzoukist.

Saturday night at Jasmin. There's me, of course, Eleni -otherwise known as Hell-n-ninja- and my friend Dimitris, drinking and having an all around nice time. At some point, Eleni and I start gossiping about various guys who happen to catch our eye at any given moment, but mainly about a really good-looking fellow with nice arms and broad chest. Yes, we're girls, people. So, after a while I apologise to Dimitris for leaving him out of our conversation, but he says it's okay, his attention is otherwised engaged. I look at what he's looking and I realise that people from the table next to us and the one opposite are showing signs of either gay men flirting or straight men getting ready to fight. Namely: looking intensely at each other, gesturing mysteriously, nodding their heads meaningfully and naughtily whispering inaudible things at each other.Well, guess which was the case. Seconds later the guy from the table next to us springs to his feet, and as he approaches the guy from the opposite table and starts hitting him (or trying to, I don't really have time to tell because) Dimitris jumps up from our table, with a speed and flexibility a little unexpected from a man his size (he's a big guy) and slams the attacker back to his seat as if he were a puppet. At this point, Eleni and I, are gigling like silly schoolgirls, the former attacker is babbling incoherently, lying surprised half on his chair, half on me, and a group of people is trying to prevent a fight from breaking out. They succeed. Besides our friend only wanted to stop things, not start a bar brawl, so he sits back down with us and seems sorry to have interfered at all. We continue to giggle.The only problem is that, now, the guy who wanted to beat up the opposite table guy, seems to have forgotten all about him and focuses on Dimitris. He is obviously drunk. He threatens to kill him, tells him to go outside and settle things like men and all the other very manly things that very manly men do and say in such situations as this. The cute guy with the arms and the broad chest, who apparently works at Jasmin, or so we gather while we are still giggling, tries to calm him down by talking to him and, failing to do that, threatens to beat him up himself if he doesn't shut up. Sexy.A little while later, in the midst of giggles from mine and Eleni's side and frowns and sheepish smiles from Dimitris', we decide it's time to go. Outside the bar we realise that the sexy guy is right behind us. Dimitris asks if the drunk dude has followed us and the sexy guy says yes, he's just inside the exit door but not to worry, he's being held back. More giggles and we leave.Next time, I'm going to bring a bouzouki player with me, so that he can play fast music during the fight and I can play the tambourine with my legs crossed, a flower behind my ear, all the while giggling like a madwoman.