The guy's amused smirk disappeared and disbelief flashed across his face for a moment before he stepped up and got right in Josh's face. "Did you just threaten me, pipsqueak?" He sneered. Josh matched his look with defiance. "I guess I just did." I bit my lip nervously. What was he doing? The guy came over to me and jostled me roughly. I backed up, surprised at his aggressiveness. He smacked my ass. My jaw dropped at that. I was not expecting that. He smirked at me. "Don't drop the soap." A few guys at a table wolf-whistled. I flushed in embarrassment and turned my back to them so that they couldn't see my face. Josh was livid. His eyes were dark pits of fire and his fists were clenched, shaking in anger. "You motherfu-"