Jabber, cross faded out of her mind, grinding up on some stranger on the club dance floor, gaze catching on some guy copping a feel on a girl nearby only for her to whip around and land the most beautiful right hook Jabber’s ever seen
The poor schmuck stumbles back and the girl follows with, two jabs to the stomach and a cross to the nose sending him to the floor. She gives a swift kick to his ribs right as security surrounds them. And oh, Jabber needs that
She peels away from the dance floor, keeping an eye on the girl and her friends now arguing with security. Eventually the bouncers haul off the passed out groper. Jabber bides her time at the bar, waiting for her moment, downing another drink as she does
She prowls back into the crowd, giddy with excitement as she slinks behind the blonde and wraps her hands around her hips. The girl turns to glance at Jabber, then continues dancing. Huh. Okay, take two. One hand dips lower, copping a feel with a firm squeeze—damn, that’s nice, she gets why that guy tried it—bracing for a hit that…doesn’t come? What’s a girl gotta do to get her shit rocked?
Jabber keeps escalating, both hands roaming, grabbing, squeezing anything she can get. Her game of grab-ass feels pretty nice, but the blonde's not swinging on her and Jabber's getting bored. She lets go, about to leave when the girl finally turns, face red and scowling as she grabs Jabber's arm and hauls her through the crowd. Jabber would've preferred a public fight, but now security won't break them up once they start scrapping.
They end up in an alley, the stranger shoving Jabber against the brick wall as soon as the door swings shut behind them. Oh yeah, now we're talkin! Then the blonde is on her, grabbing a fistful of locs and yanking, as teeth sink into her exposed neck. Oh. Oh! It wasn't a fight, but Jabber supposed this was just as good















