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The redhead might still be uncertain of her surroundings– not for lack of exploration on her part. She despised not knowing things– lacking direction. But some things remained the same, becoming evident while she watched a man become too grabby. It made her skin crawl. “I don’t believe she’s interested.” Nicole articulated each word with more emphasis than the last. The look on her face was menacing and completely unwavering as she stared at him, wishing she still had her gun.
A look of utter boredom hidden behind her sunglasses, Coco stared at the man shamelessly and aggressively flirting with her. Now Coco was a flirtatious person herself, sure, but she had class. With the exception of close friends, she wasn’t so disgusting as to put her hand on someone’s ass, unlike this guy (apparently). Hand tightening on her suitcase, she honestly considered switching it to its gatling gun form just for the satisfaction of seeing his terrified face. There was nothing quite like the fear staring down the barrel of a giant gun brought. But then another woman caught the man’s attention and Coco had an opening. Knocking his hand away with her left arm, her right elbow slammed into his throat, right foot kicking the back of his knees and sending the guy slamming onto the concrete. Looking down at him, Coco placed a finger against her chin, cooing; “aww, poor thing.”
Turning her attention back to the woman, she shot her an smile. “I appreciate the help.”
