06-21-2014, 07:05 PM
The first shot went down with kick. She followed it with some of the beer the bartender gave her and order a few more, which she promptly downed. As far as Zoya was concerned there was only her, and the drinks. At least that was until she could feel the hairs in the back of her neck stand yet again. She tried to disregard the feeling, ignoring the shapes she could see nearing from the corner of her eyes until something touched her.
The moment the hand was on her she tensed and her back straightened. She chocked on her drink in the process and slammed the glass on the counter as she spun and tried to push the offender away with her free hand.
Zoya might as well have hit a wall. The man didn’t budge much. “You can show me nothing. Get lost creep, and get your fucking hand off me!”
Common sense would have told Zoya that she should have been scared. Except, what she was really scared of made the group of fellows around her look utterly harmless. The alcohol in her system made it difficult to wrap her mind around the fact that, beast or no beast, the men about her were dangerous in their own right.
Since she couldn’t move him, she tried to slip away. At least sliding off the stool was enough to slip free of his damnable grasp. Unfortunately, with the other two so close to her, Zoya wasn’t going to get too far. Frowning, she reached for her unfinished glass, contemplating throwing it at one of their faces if she needed to. Well, at least she thought that could help her get away. Hell, she was more than willing to knee one of them in unpleasant places if she had to.
“Go away,”
she managed while looking around and stretching her neck in order to see past the goons. She was good and buzzed, and that heavy feeling was settling in all over her body. Wasn’t anybody going to do something? At least say something dammit…
The moment the hand was on her she tensed and her back straightened. She chocked on her drink in the process and slammed the glass on the counter as she spun and tried to push the offender away with her free hand.
Zoya might as well have hit a wall. The man didn’t budge much. “You can show me nothing. Get lost creep, and get your fucking hand off me!”
Common sense would have told Zoya that she should have been scared. Except, what she was really scared of made the group of fellows around her look utterly harmless. The alcohol in her system made it difficult to wrap her mind around the fact that, beast or no beast, the men about her were dangerous in their own right.
Since she couldn’t move him, she tried to slip away. At least sliding off the stool was enough to slip free of his damnable grasp. Unfortunately, with the other two so close to her, Zoya wasn’t going to get too far. Frowning, she reached for her unfinished glass, contemplating throwing it at one of their faces if she needed to. Well, at least she thought that could help her get away. Hell, she was more than willing to knee one of them in unpleasant places if she had to.
“Go away,”
she managed while looking around and stretching her neck in order to see past the goons. She was good and buzzed, and that heavy feeling was settling in all over her body. Wasn’t anybody going to do something? At least say something dammit…