Post by lina on May 24, 2012 19:48:28 GMT -8
December 21st, 2011, 10:50PM
How had things devolved to this point? Oh yes, Lina had purposely made a rub at someone's team. In this day and age, those were fighting words. Of course, not every man would hit a woman, but he'd certainly shoved Lina, attempting to knock her out of her chair for her bandy on words. She had knocked into the woman next to her, who promptly shoved back, and then Lina had clocked the first guy with an effortless sort of right hook before the woman behind her was grabbing onto her hair, and well things were off. Lina did not pull her punches for a barroom brawl, which was what this had become in a matter of seconds. She had knocked the woman into the bar, turned as idiot one's friends couldn't decide to laugh at their fallen comrade for being clocked by a chick, or help defend them.
Lina, being half drunk on vodka at this point, was just itching for a fight. For something to stir her blood the proper way. Frankly put the red head had been looking for this trouble when she had so harshly made her little comment on his team. This was exactly what she had wanted, and she was getting it. Of course, she solved the boys' problem by damn well throwing herself at them. They weren't prepared and she just used that to her advantage. Left to some ribs, upper cut with the right, smashing some delicate places with knees and combat boot tops. Lina was vicious, and there was no holding her back. Things just got worse as more people became involved and soon enough Lina was bleeding from her bottom lip, and was going to have some very sore ribs in the morning.
But it hurt so damned good, and she felt that thrill in her spine. She loved this shit, could never get enough of this feeling. The red head of course turned on her heel, knowing that she looked a hot mess. Blood on her jeans, leather jacket unzipped, white tank top stained with some sort of boozey beverage, leather gloves still somehow on, her hair pulled down from it's bun (because she had been working earlier), and she had lost her scarf somewhere. Oh she'd find it, because she loved that scarf, but this was hardly the time to be thinking on such things. She saw a person near her, about the same height as her and she didn't even think twice. She clocked him, right fist aiming to land right along the left side of his jaw where it would rattle his teeth, twisting her hips and putting some force behind it. Frankly put, it was an amazing punch, and she was damned proud of herself for it. Beautiful work that.
How had things devolved to this point? Oh yes, Lina had purposely made a rub at someone's team. In this day and age, those were fighting words. Of course, not every man would hit a woman, but he'd certainly shoved Lina, attempting to knock her out of her chair for her bandy on words. She had knocked into the woman next to her, who promptly shoved back, and then Lina had clocked the first guy with an effortless sort of right hook before the woman behind her was grabbing onto her hair, and well things were off. Lina did not pull her punches for a barroom brawl, which was what this had become in a matter of seconds. She had knocked the woman into the bar, turned as idiot one's friends couldn't decide to laugh at their fallen comrade for being clocked by a chick, or help defend them.
Lina, being half drunk on vodka at this point, was just itching for a fight. For something to stir her blood the proper way. Frankly put the red head had been looking for this trouble when she had so harshly made her little comment on his team. This was exactly what she had wanted, and she was getting it. Of course, she solved the boys' problem by damn well throwing herself at them. They weren't prepared and she just used that to her advantage. Left to some ribs, upper cut with the right, smashing some delicate places with knees and combat boot tops. Lina was vicious, and there was no holding her back. Things just got worse as more people became involved and soon enough Lina was bleeding from her bottom lip, and was going to have some very sore ribs in the morning.
But it hurt so damned good, and she felt that thrill in her spine. She loved this shit, could never get enough of this feeling. The red head of course turned on her heel, knowing that she looked a hot mess. Blood on her jeans, leather jacket unzipped, white tank top stained with some sort of boozey beverage, leather gloves still somehow on, her hair pulled down from it's bun (because she had been working earlier), and she had lost her scarf somewhere. Oh she'd find it, because she loved that scarf, but this was hardly the time to be thinking on such things. She saw a person near her, about the same height as her and she didn't even think twice. She clocked him, right fist aiming to land right along the left side of his jaw where it would rattle his teeth, twisting her hips and putting some force behind it. Frankly put, it was an amazing punch, and she was damned proud of herself for it. Beautiful work that.