Sleazebag

So was out for a wee bit yesterday. Only popped into my usual place, where they expect me every Tuesday...or my money...whichever :). The band looked vaguely familiar, but since there is a new band every week heck if I could remember. So asked the waiter. He looked at me strangely and said: "don't you remember? This is the guy I "saved" you from last year". Hmmm, no actually but when he told me it all came back to me. This sleazebag from the band thought I was a groupie and came on heavily to me. I looked for rescue, and the waiters are really good in protecting me from such guys, so there you have it. Needless to say I enjoyed the music, but not the performers...