"If you touch me again, you're dead."
The words ringing through her ears the female immediately let go of the male's arm and sat back down in her chair; head down and her palms in her lap. If the male didn't want her to stop him then she wouldn't continue to try, though she didn't like fights at all, over a drink she'd spilled anyways. It was her fault and she'd apologize if he'd let her. "I'm sorry.."














