I instinctively went to cover the nearest drink. Now my neighbour thinks I'm a creep for busting her door down in a bathrobe.

I am a dude and this photo reminds me of just generally keeping my eye on dudes like this in bars, back in my 20s, and either getting staff to remove people like them when I see them slip the roofie, or cause some kind of scene and functionally do it myself.

These would be the kind of guys who would think their furtive, shifty, jumpy checks of their surroundings aren't easily noticeable, not confident or bold or smooth enough to do it with the finesse of essentially a magic trick.

They'd be the ones too cowardly to actually, meaningfully throw hands, instead just act indignant and screech, all bark, no bite.