06-21-2014, 11:13 PM
The three men laughed at Zoya's demands for them to leave her be, and they gave her a tiny circle of space to stand in when she abandoned her stool. The big man laughed as she tried to push him and reached out to swat her hand away, grinning down at her. "You think we were offering, girl. We are not."
The three laughed again, and the man with the spike through his nostrils reached to grab her forearm. His grip would not be gentle. "We're bored. You're obviously done work for the night. You're going to keep us entertained."
They too thought the what Hood thought. That she was a call girl, who had had a particularly bad shift to see her in such a dive bar drinking heavily. It also meant she wouldn't care all that much to tack on a few hours pro-bono. Which would, of course, lead to a whole new life for her. Heroin addiction was a powerful thing, after all.
Hood sipped his shit beer and watched, more out of boredom then any real interest. Sure, she was good looking, but he wasn't interested in the type of woman you could just pay for their company.
No one else seemed terribly inclined to get involved either; it just wasn't the sort of place where people got involved in the problems of others. More the sort of crowd that created problems.
Hood downed the last of his beer and stood, eyeing the bar and the ongoing confrontation there. A glance at his empty stein decided the matter for him, and he started across the room towards them.
The three laughed again, and the man with the spike through his nostrils reached to grab her forearm. His grip would not be gentle. "We're bored. You're obviously done work for the night. You're going to keep us entertained."
They too thought the what Hood thought. That she was a call girl, who had had a particularly bad shift to see her in such a dive bar drinking heavily. It also meant she wouldn't care all that much to tack on a few hours pro-bono. Which would, of course, lead to a whole new life for her. Heroin addiction was a powerful thing, after all.
Hood sipped his shit beer and watched, more out of boredom then any real interest. Sure, she was good looking, but he wasn't interested in the type of woman you could just pay for their company.
No one else seemed terribly inclined to get involved either; it just wasn't the sort of place where people got involved in the problems of others. More the sort of crowd that created problems.
Hood downed the last of his beer and stood, eyeing the bar and the ongoing confrontation there. A glance at his empty stein decided the matter for him, and he started across the room towards them.