06-22-2014, 07:05 PM
Things seemed to happen very quickly. One moment she was flinging her drink at the brute, then next, all hell broke loose. The spike of satisfaction she felt at having splashed the man’s face was short lived. Zoya stumbled as he jerked her aside. For a second, she thought that would be her chance to run, but as she moved, something pulled at her hair.
Then non-too-gentle grip made her cry out in surprise. She was already bracing herself for something else when she was suddenly let go. The woman whirled around to see what was happening and noticed the fourth man for the first time. Whoever he was, it sure took him a while to step in. In any case, she was glad he was there at all. To her, it seemed as if men flew in all directions.
The whole debacle was quickly killing her buzz and she wasn’t liking it. But, as the new comer did away with her attackers, Zoya had no choice but to observe and stay as much out of the way as possible. This included jumping off to the side when one of the guys was thrown first into the bar in order to avoid both him and a stool. Part of her couldn’t help but feel sorry for the jerk. The whole thing had looked like it hurt.
Eyes wide, her gaze shifted from big-n-bulky back to the new comer and froze. Something told her this new guy wouldn’t hesitate slicing big ugly if he had too. Fortunately, that didn’t end up being the case. Watching in disbelief as the three men left, Zoya was startled when Mr. White, as he called himself, grunted and jabbed the knife onto the bar.
Kid?
The remaining patrons looked uneasy around this White. Who could blame them? He had single handedly come to her rescue and fended off three bullies. Where the hell had she ended up?? Where was he when the thing was chasing after her???
That thought reminded her of her evening and her stomach tightened once more. Perfect.
“I plan on having many drinks…”
she called for the bar tender to get her a couple of shots, then moved to lean a little against the bar making no pretense to hide the fact that she was studying his face closely. If he was calling her kid, then there had to be a few wrinkles there somewhere.
“Um… thank you…”
Then non-too-gentle grip made her cry out in surprise. She was already bracing herself for something else when she was suddenly let go. The woman whirled around to see what was happening and noticed the fourth man for the first time. Whoever he was, it sure took him a while to step in. In any case, she was glad he was there at all. To her, it seemed as if men flew in all directions.
The whole debacle was quickly killing her buzz and she wasn’t liking it. But, as the new comer did away with her attackers, Zoya had no choice but to observe and stay as much out of the way as possible. This included jumping off to the side when one of the guys was thrown first into the bar in order to avoid both him and a stool. Part of her couldn’t help but feel sorry for the jerk. The whole thing had looked like it hurt.
Eyes wide, her gaze shifted from big-n-bulky back to the new comer and froze. Something told her this new guy wouldn’t hesitate slicing big ugly if he had too. Fortunately, that didn’t end up being the case. Watching in disbelief as the three men left, Zoya was startled when Mr. White, as he called himself, grunted and jabbed the knife onto the bar.
Kid?
The remaining patrons looked uneasy around this White. Who could blame them? He had single handedly come to her rescue and fended off three bullies. Where the hell had she ended up?? Where was he when the thing was chasing after her???
That thought reminded her of her evening and her stomach tightened once more. Perfect.
“I plan on having many drinks…”
she called for the bar tender to get her a couple of shots, then moved to lean a little against the bar making no pretense to hide the fact that she was studying his face closely. If he was calling her kid, then there had to be a few wrinkles there somewhere.
“Um… thank you…”