Alive || Rumroux
Clara was doing so well. According to her standards anyway. Four months since she left Montford without a word. She needed safety, she needed something that wasn't a constant reminder of what happened. These days she was a bit of a homebody in comparison to Montford. The former Ragdoll didn't leave home very often, maybe to buy groceries or work, but for the most part she stayed inside, reading or listening to the radio. She just couldn't risk letting herself outside again. Sleeping alone was a literal nightmare, it was a blessing if she was able to get through the night without waking up to her own screams, drenched in sweat, and the haunting words of Sully ringing through her head.
Lunch with a friend from work, that's all she was doing, minding her own business. And then of course she'd have to over hear some moron a few tables over.
"Ya know... Those broads at the club, I don't get why they even bother dancing anymore, they could just skip that and just go straight to their whorin' around." The man scoffed, taking a drag from a cigar. Her ears perked up and her heart began racing. She listened, she bit her tongue and listened to his obscenities for a few more moments. Clara shot an apologetic look at her co-worker who hadn't really been paying much attention to anything except the menu to begin with.
"Excuse me!" She snapped, standing up and striding over to their table, "I couldn't help but hear how outstandingly rude you're being to some wonderful ladies who I bet work harder than you ever will in your life." She snapped, sneering at him. The man raised an eyebrow and started laughing.
"Listen broad, I don't give a damn, since all that work you're talkin' about is in the bedroom, if ya catch my drift. I reckon you're one of 'em so I'm sure you know from first hand experience." He shrugged before waving dismissively.
Clara cocked her head and smirked at him, "Oh don't be offended, just because none of 'em with half a shred of decency would touch you with a ten foot pole." She smiled sweetly before sneering again at him. She took a step back when he stood up, almost a clear foot taller than her.
"What'd you say you little tramp?" He growled, but Clara refused to back down, she simply raised an eyebrow.
"You heard me you little low life - " She was cut off by a hand on her arm and another man coming to her side, flashing something in his hand.
"I can handle myself!" She exclaimed, rolling her eyes and yanking her arm out of his grasp.