The alternian club scene isn't a safe one.
Across the nightclub Tirent sees her, and the guy she called him about. He beelines through the club, making the crowd adapt their drunken movements to him like a stone breaks a wave. Someone stumbles, and behind them, Tirent takes survey of the situation. The cerulean wears his pistol on his waist, fully exposed, a threat, yes, but an uprotected one. Its on the ground sliding away under cast aside chairs before VK even sees Tirent behind the looming figure who's cornered her. Through the earplugs Tirent doesn't make out the words the mans saying to her, but he reads her expression, and that tells him all he needs to know. This inebriated scumbag's not the kind who deserves a heads up.
His horns make a resonant thronging noise when they hit the wall, and continuing the motion, Tirent turns the dazed piece of shit to look him in the eye.
"If I ever see you again, you're dead."
He knees the Cerulean in the stomach, and slams his head against the wall again,
"Stay down."
Tirent ushers VK out of the club, somewhere quieter, and he pulls out an earplug. Shes shaking, he thanks the faith that she doesnt need the clothes packed into his dufflebag, but he gives her his jacket anyway. Its cold out and she never wears enough.
She avoids eyecontact as she puts on the hoodie, looking like shes about to cry, shaking. He puts on the softest voice he can.
"Hey, V, you got everything?" — he doesnt finish before she nods, that tells him what he needs to know. If shes hurt or missing something, its lower priority than getting the fuck out of here. He hands her the chain of his belt and she holds on to it as he walks her home.
Its a few blocks when she pulls on the chain, and when he turns, she hugs him, crying.