@wxbsofhxnor prompted: ( shield ) : receiver jumps in harm’s way to defend sender and is injured, themselves (reverse)
“Oh shit! This is my favourite song!” Harley screamed at no one in particular.
In hindsight, Harley would realize that she was typifying the worst traits of a drunk girl. She was the mean joke in a sex comedy, the dumb blonde wobbling on her too high heels. So she kicked them off as she climbed the steps on a small dais that was probably used when they had live entertainment.
Harley was an excellent dancer when she had her wits more about her, but being as tipsy as she was, she was graceless, a bit gangly, and definitely not as sexy as she thought she felt. However, this wasn’t the sort to let a gal have her fun, clearly, because by the second song things were being thrown at her. Balled up napkins, swizzlesticks, liquor soaked chips of ice, some of those things she threw back, but mostly she just antagonized her small audience.
Idly, Harley wondered if she knew anyone that she could start a band with.
By the third song the atmosphere had gotten chaotic, and things started to get a little dizzy. Harley wasn’t sure if it were the good old PTSD kicking in or the liquor catching up to her. Two things happened almost simultaneously: She noticed a man coming toward her quickly, along with a beer bottle, one aimed squarely at her face. She braced herself to be either glassed in the face or hit by the man, but neither things happened. Instead her caught her round the waist and pulled her off the platform while blocking the bottle from hitting her. She winced as it impacted on his body, bouncing off by some miracle and shattering on the floor.













