evelyn was on her way home after a rather successful gig when she realized someone was followed her home. a normal woman might have been afraid , walked faster at the very least , but she simply sauntered along with a swing of her hips. she was very nearly home , could see the sign lit up ( albeit missing the n and c ) , when her stalker decided to make his move. she had long since reached into her purse for the small beretta pico she had on her at all times , not her first choice in weapons but it was always a handy and quick one that she kept as an option. the man had just reached out and grabbed her by her long , dark hair when she heard a voice “ uh -- “ she yanked herself out of his grip , a handful of her hair being ripped out in the process , and whipped around to kick her attacker in the balls. “ oh , that ? “ she turns to the individual who had witnessed what happened. “ we just play like that. gets him going or something , you know ? “ she wouldn’t want him to go to jail , he’d be too safe and unreachable there. “ go on home now , honey. i’ll meet you there. “ she told him over her shoulder , gun hidden behind her back as she stood in the middle of the street blinking at the witness.
