As broad shoulders suddenly blocked her view of the man trying to possess her, Zosia’s chocolate hues scanned up to see the back of a blonde head as her ears perked to the sounds of the savior coming to her defense. She breathed a sigh of relief and instantly curled her arm into her frame, cradling the extremity as she rubbed where he had gripped her. With the ability to put some space, the brunette took a step backward and peered innocently around the male assisting her in a time of need. Her gaze shifted between the two men, eyes narrowed on the profile of the blond in some odd form of recognition that quickly dissipated when the male she learned was named Randy attempted to defend himself and toss some words back.
“You don’t even know what you’re talking about, Kegan. Stay out of something that ain’t your business,” the male called Randy (oh so fitting) huffed. “—we were talking,” he continued his small protest, glaring at the blond male and biting his bottom lip a moment as he looked at Zosia. She likely appeared like a deer in headlights. “And she just rudely gets up and tries to leave —-”
“No, no —- I, no —-” the brunette shook her head rapidly, wanting to defend herself immediately and tell that this guy was wrong, that it wasn’t what was happening. The surprise and pressure she continued to feel caused her brain to practically fry, and it became that much more difficult to formulate some rapid fire objections. “You touched my leg, and I —- I didn’t want that.”
Without thinking, she clung to the man that had spoken up for her and protected her against whatever Randy’s intentions were. Both of her small hands held on to the tall blond’s arm, one on his forearm and the other on his bicep. He felt so strong and Zosia was flooded even more so with appreciation and awe of this white knight. “Can you walk me out? I don’t know where my co-workers are.”
The fear in the woman's voice was all too palpable and they way she clung to his side spoke for itself. There was that and also from what he personally knew about Randy. There was nothing the abusive prick could say that really mattered at this point. Kegan turned slightly at the sound of the woman’s protest. “It’s okay, you don’t have to defend yourself. He won’t be touching you again,” he said sternly, his glare fixed on Randy.
The second Randy opened his mouth Kegan figured the male must be either drunk or high, neither of which a plausible excuse for the abuse he’d subjected the woman to. Kegan was prepared to walk away, see what he could do to help the woman out, however, the second Randy’s hand lifted to touch the woman yet again, Kegan’s well practiced reflexivity took on a life of its own as he used a staple jiu-jitsu technique to snatch the male’s hand mid-air and bend his digits back into a finger lock until the crack and pop of his wrist could be heard and Randy was brought to his knees, whimpering.
Barely registering her words, Kegan realized that he’d drawn the attention of a few patrons and he didn’t waste any time moving them toward the bars exit. “Yes, that would probably be best...Might want to stay close to me. I doubt that the asshole over there is going to say or do anything more to draw more attention to himself, but I like your idea, we should get out of here,” he said. Then once they were outside the bar and near his car he gently touched her arm. “Sorry it got a little crazy in there, didn’t mean for things to go that far. Are you alright? Did you drive yourself here or can I offer you a ride some place?” He asked, gaze narrowing on her features. He could see her much clearly under the glare of the strobe lights in the parking lot but still couldn’t quite place where he might have known her from. “This might sound like a weird question amidst everything else going on, but...is there a chance I know you from someplace? I mean I’ve only lived in Portland a year or so, but before then I lived in Denver. Is any of this making sense or am I sounding like a crazy man?”
