WHO: open
WHERE: the bar
WHEN: 2 AM aka closing time
IT WAS FAIRLY common to deal with drunken men at the bar who didn’t know their limits, but valentina never had a problem taking care of business, especially when they thought they could overpower the petite beauty. “listen buddy, i’ve told you about a bazillion times, we are closed for the night. cash has been counted, my feet fucking hurt, and i’m really not in the mood.” she explained cooly, pushing her jet black locks over her shoulders as she cocked her brow at him, clearly unamused as he rambled on about one more shot. while she loved when a grown man begged, in fact it made her body almost vibrate, she was too tired from a long shift to deal with his bullshit. so, she walked out from behind the bar and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, “the longer you stay in here, the longer i’m stuck in this mold motel, got it gramps?” and she was planning on trying to peacefully push him out the door when his hands wandered, making her smirk before twisting his wrist in a quick snap.
“PLEASE, DON’T MAKE ME TELL you one more time...” and with that she harshly shoved him out the door, standing in the frame as she watched him stumble and scurry away into the night with a hawk like gaze on him, devious twinkle glimmering in her eyes as she smiled. it wasn’t until someone lurking caught her attention and she glanced over, shrugging her shoulders as she smoothed out her shirt, “he was pissing me off.”
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