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Dimitri had to admit that his plan hadn't exactly been thought through very well. For someone that prided himself on his logic skills, approaching the obviously drunk man outside the club in order to berate him on how he treated his girlfriend wasn't particularly smart.

The girlfriend had received a few curse words and maybe a bruise on her upper arm, while Dimitri got shoved straight into a brick wall for trying to intervene. His glasses slid straight off his nose and clattered to the ground, making him instinctively bend to reach them. His back was promptly returned to the wall by another shove.

"You sir, are a bully!" He exclaimed as he lifted his hands to protect himself.

The man gave a nasty sneer. "Learn how to mind your own business, a*****e."

"Bullies who hurt woman are my business." This wouldn't be the first punch to the face and Dimitri doubted it would be the last, so he merely braced himself with a grim smile. This was going to hurt.

The bigger man went to raise his arm... and had it twisted away.

Dimitri watched in surprise, his mouth a wide 'O' as an unknown factor took on his assailant.

"Nah man," the drunk man murmured, face dark with anger, "we're good." His girlfriend had attached herself to his other arm and was attempting remove him from Ulane's grip.

Dimitri took the chance to crouch and began scrambling on the ground for his glasses.

The man and his girlfriend took off down the street, with only a few backwards glances. Apparently the threat of police was enough to keep them away.

"Thank you..." Dimitri took the glasses, quickly putting them back in place and finally getting a good look at his savior. With one finger still pressing his glasses in place, he smiled. "Yeah well, I couldn't just let him manhandle that girl like that. Did you see him? It was barbaric."

He stood up, holding out a hand to take the other man up with him. he had to admit, with his lack of adequate vision, he'd rather imagined this guy to be a bit, well... more buff and less slick. Looks could be deceiving.

"Oh, and that was fantastic. I wish I had moves like that."

“Exactly!”

Dimitri agreed with his saviour wholeheartedly, punctuating his words with a finger. “The problem with people is that they never try to help anyone else out.” He had made it his mission to step into those sorts of situations, saving damsels in distress and giving bullies what they deserved (which was usually just a good talking to and a new punching bag).

He was nodding eagerly as the other man explained. How different would his life be if he’d taken up some sort of sports instead of burying himself straight into books? Well, he’d probably have a girlfriend… but then he wouldn’t really have been himself.

“I won’t be any good at it, but maybe if I got a couple of moves. A few immobilizing techniques to surprise my enemies!” Dimitri grinned. “So if you really mean it, I’ll take you up on that offer. Wait, you’re going to be a teacher? That’s pretty awesome. What will you specialise in? Please say physics."

“Oh sure, I’m not stupid. I don’t do this looking to put myself in harms way. Usually I’m a lot more careful, but you know, sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind and be of assistance.” His gaze was drawn to the bag that the other man kept shifting and he blinked… wait, where was his bag? Had he lost it? It had his text books in it! If he lost it he would… oh, it’s right there by his feet, where he’d dropped it earlier.

Dimitri was temporarily distracted by the drama going on his head as he picked up the heavy backpack and then placed it back down again. “Sorry… anyway, yes, I know, momentum = mass x velocity and all that.” He pushed his glasses up again. It’s just, well; even with that in mind, one has to admit that physical ability does have some bearing.” He chuckled, presuming the other guy had simply changed his mind about teaching a stranger. “I’m not some wannabe Kick-a**. But I get it, you just met me, it’s all good.”

He crouched and began rummaging through his bag in search of his phone. “My name is Dimitri.”

“Not everything,” Dimitri disagreed, but he did have to admit, he did get himself into a lot of unnecessarily unfortunate situations. He lifted his hands in the air and waved them a bit. “No, it’s really okay. Don’t worry about it.”

Another quick rummage in his bag and he finally pulled his phone out with a triumphant, ‘aha!’. “Ulane. What is that, Polish?” Dimitri stood with a grin. “I do love the club scene…” he let that sentence hang for a moment before continuing, “my local chess club is located just around the corner from here and as vice-captain I was required to attend for an important meeting. Honestly though, this probably isn't the best location for it…”

Now he checked his phone, or more importantly, the time. “Aaah,” he groaned, “I missed my bus.”

“Oh nice,” Dimitri grinned. “My family is originally from Greece, but I was born here.” He had never even been there, with either money or just not enough time always getting in the way. But one day he’d make a point to go... and maybe fix the economy while he was there.

The blue-haired man scratched his nose as he flicked through the screens on his phone. “Next one is in an hour and a half. It’s not so bad. I just really wanted to get a good sleep tonight. There’s a test tomorrow you see… and I need my sleep.” He gave his own hair an anxious ruffle. “Aaah, damn you chess and your unstoppable lure.”

With a sigh he shook his head at Ulane. “Don’t worry. I don’t need a chaperone and I don’t have time to try save anyone else tonight. You can go home.” It had been nice of him to ask though.

"Well, if you're not in a hurry, tea sounds nice." That should help calm his nerves at least. Dimitri had never been very good at waiting.

"There's a nice place just around the corner. They're open late."