she was just t r y i n g to blow off steam after work, trying being the key word. it really was all fun and games in the quaint little bar until some asshole decided the perfect place to perch his hand would be on the brunette’s ass. with a tight-lipped smile, laney had momentarily played along; just so she could lean into the male to murmur in his hear. “honey, if you wanna take that hand home with you, i suggest you get it off of there.” though, seemingly her threat didn’t have the effect she would have liked it to, the burly man not taking her seriously. which is precisely how she wound up squaring him one in the face— something she would have proceeded to repetitively do had a hand not wrapped around her wrist to stop her. “HEY!” the female protests against the action with.











