"Tequila and pineapple juice." Adrienne sat at the bar, her head in her hands. Kilbourn's was the only bar still open at 4:13 AM, and really, she didn't care who or what was in there. Some of the skeez bags that inhabited that place during prime hours were lying here or there, drunk or sleeping it off. The guy at the bar next to Adrienne had his forehead on the bar, and the only time she paid him any attention was when he grunted or snored. The bartender set the drink down, and she slammed down a ten. That ought to cover it. She sipped on it, slowly at first, then in gulps. The glass was empty far earlier than she had intended. She dropped another Jefferson on the bar, and the drink came. She sipped it again, this time becoming acutely aware of the presence getting closer behind her.
"'Ay, pretty lady. Y-you're looking pretty hot tonight, honey..." He could almost hear her roll her eyes. Without any shame, he set his hand on her thigh, and without hesitation, she knocked it away. She turned her blue eyes on him, her glare holding a million knives. The unabashed drunk just smiled.
"Feisty, eh? I like a girl with a little fight in 'em."SLAP! The sound echoed through the club, and the bartender spun around just in time to see the man leap to his feet. He balled his fists, but didn't move. Adrienne stood, her blue eyes trained on the man's forehead.
"You know why guys like you come in here and act like idiots? Because you didn't get enough love from your mommy." He looked like he had something to say, but nothing came out. He just stood with his mouth agape. "Now, I'm going to forgive you for touching my leg, because it hasn't been touched in a while, but if you intend to go any further, things are going to get very painful for you. Do you understand?" Again nothing, but satisfied, Adrienne released him. The man seemed to regain his motor function, and he stared at her.
"You're a freak, lady! What the hell was that?!" Adrienne just smiled at him, motioning for him to get away. With a fearful glance, he backed off, and the bartender just stared at her. She gave him a smile and sipped her drink, not really going into detail about what happened. But it wasn't long before the guy returned, this time with two of his friends. Adrienne glanced up from her tequila and pineapple juice and just groaned. The larger of the two friends, a skin-headed biker, stepped forward, his grin belying his intent.
"Well, girl, ain't you a pretty thing? My friend here said that you done something to him, and I'm just wondering what it was. I'll tell ya what, why don't you come back to my place, and we'll discuss it... Without that cute little dress."
She could only scoff. Brute force was obviously passe, and why should she stand for it? She focused her eyes on him, and within seconds, he was writhing on the ground. His friends surrounded them, but Adrienne stopped them all with a glance.
"One more step, and this will be all of you. I want you to take one really good look at me. After I walk out that door, the next time any of you see me will end up very badly." With that, she released her prisoner, and without so much as a glance backwards, she walked right out of the bar onto the raining street outside. As she crossed the street, a police cruiser slammed into her, throwing her six feet, and there she lied...
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