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[miserablemurderer-blog]

OOC: 

Have I missed getting any replies out? I have Sam and Gri's saved in my drafts, but I feel like I'm missing someone...

[miserablemurderer-blog]

High Society // mynamesnotjim

Angry blue eyes, a swish of a coat, and bam. The bar was already in for trouble. Only of average height and not dressing to accentuate anything but her mood, the woman wasn't in her typical pub attire. Most night she went to get slightly drunk and maybe get a few people acquainted with various regions of her person, be it her fist or... other parts.Tonight was aimed at giving her hands free reign, that required being a little more pissed than usual. 

"My nan fights be'er than you!" A lock of hair lolled in her face as she slurred loudly at the man. Artemis wasn't even sure what he had done to enrage her, but it felt wonderful to just shout. People around them were moving to interfere, but the woman was on him again before they could muck things up. It was a lie of course, Dixon had no idea who her 'nan' was, but even if she did know, the hypothesized woman probably wouldn't fight better than the block of a man she had one arm tightly wrapped around. More importantly, she had picked a man in a group, with friends. Friends who could turn this into a full out brawl. 

With a sort of mangled battle cry, the hit woman slammed her fist into his face. It wasn't really the fist's fault that its knuckles were a bit scrapped up from ramming into faces. The aforementioned 'other parts' had been working over-time since her release and it left her feeling unbalanced. She had just needed a good fight, really. As a pair of hands wrapped around her waist and pulled, Art was half turning to face the new addition. Perhaps it'd be someone with actual balls. Someone who wasn't afraid to aim a punch at a girl. "Come on, ladies! Give us a kiss." Her lips met with the flesh of her fist just before it recoiled again, preparing for delivery. A malicious smile was left behind, hit woman standing surprisingly sturdy for the amount of drunk she sounded.

[itstodowithsex-blog]

ooc: Please excuse the photospam. 

Creepyfriend and I had a mini photo-shoot-thing, all of it from picture taking to crappy hair was done in about 5 minutes. And I mean that without exaggeration. This is me mucking about as BBC Sherlock's Irene Adler (With a bonus derpy picture of me ooc for this bastard). I apologize for my face.