>walking home from a party late one evening
>several guys were following me, as my drunk ass managed to piss them off by existing
>try to walk faster, to no avail, as I'm drunk as shit
>catch me in some random student neighbourhood
>oh shit, my ass is about to be beaten
still in talking phase
lights flick on in a house
>three guys in full musketeer garb walk out
>leader is some blond guy with a beard, eyepatch, and some weird-ass accent
>"What sort of ruffians would be accosting someone outside our residence? Stand and deliver!"
>guys start yelling at them to fuck off, that I deserved to get my ass beaten
>"Very well, then. Draw steel, you blackguard!"
>all three of them draw rapiers on their belts
>"I know not why those foul men sought your harm, but come and tell us the tale, stranger!"
>spend remainder of evening drinking mulled wine with lunatics
>bunch of Swedish re-enactors live there
>blond guy is actually missing an eye; lost it ina machine shop accident
>stagger home completely drunk with a hat
had no idea people like that existed. Or had the money to rent a house.