@svpine
"Fucking get off me!" Her strength had always surprised people. Despite being nearly six feet tall, most people assumed that she couldn't so more than lift up a glass of champagne. But now? With the superhuman curse charging her already strong muscles? Mal pushed the guy off of her but he went sprawling much further than was proper. If she wasn't three shots of tequila in, maybe she would have stopped to check on him and apologize for what would surely be bruises in the morning.
Crossing her arms, Mal stormed off back to the bar. One more drink and she would definitely be free from the darkness that had descended since she moved to the muddiest town in Colorado a month prior. "Can't a girl fucking dance in peace?" She grumbled, standing in front of the bar as she waited to get served. Mal turned to the stranger next to her as if they'd already been in conversation. She felt so alone in the new town. "Can you believe that guy? It's so fucked up."