𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
ASK MEME / ACCEPTING
The knuckles hit the smooth tissue of the abdomen with all their force, before the other fist collided with the hard jaw. A surprised, pained cry pierced through the stifling space which smelled of stale beer, cigarettes, and something unpleasantly sour that the ruby haired woman couldn't quite place. The hard sole of the black boot collided with the hip of the last asshole who tried to grab her shoulder, missing by perhaps an inch and paying dearly for the attempt. The door bit the unfortunate man's forearm, who let out a cry like a wounded beast, before quickly and humiliatingly pulling the limb back, allowing Clare to forcefully slam the door shut. Ivory skin on the wrist was stained with crimson after she wiped away the budding blood pooling on the plump lower lip. Marvelous, truly, just when she thought that the evening would end with a couple of cold beers and a fog hugging around the tired, sober mind. Emerald optics focused on the other breathing thing inside the narrow space.
Technically, this circus was his fault. The enraged stampede of intoxicated brutes, which now, like an army of bloodthirsty Spartans, were pounding on the door and shouting insults and threats, originally chased after him, for reasons unknown to her, and probably would not have interested her if, in the process of that pursuit, they had not jumped on the polished, well-preserved hood of her beloved iron pet. As soon as their filthy foot dared to touch her American muscle car, it became personal, as much as her problem as it was his. For two against a legion they were doing more than fine, yet no matter how durable, dexterous, resourceful and blessed with close combat skills they were, the numbers of that gang would swallow them like a wave, so the quick retreat to the backroom of the bar that burned her pride as a hot poker would, was the only option in the given moment. Fiery redhead would rather be torn apart like a rag doll than to cowardly run away.
❝ I would finish you off myself, but you'll need that hands to clean the damn dirt your ' friends ' out there left on my fucking car. ❞ Crimson-haired woman didn't know Billy, but she heard about him. Lack of communication nothing personal, Clare ignored every breathing human around her -- yet, there was something about the temperamental male, something residing in those sapphire orbs that seemed very familiar. Broken and wrapped in barb wire as a result, can sense its own kind. Letting out a long, irritated sigh, Clare crouched down, pulling something hidden in the black boot, before fishing another thing taking cover inside her leather jacker. ❝ If things get nasty, which they will by the looks of it. ❞ A knife was offered to the male, careful to hand it over without any accidental physical contact. ❝ You seem as a guy who doesn't need a manual to know how to use this. ❞ Opening the knife she had kept for herself, redhead drew the black blade from its sheath , which glinted eagerly in the dim moonlight that filtered through the dirty, small window.