“Ya sure.”
We pushed through people dancing and went up to the bar.
“Hey, Mike,” Katy calls at one of the bartenders.
One of the bartenders turns around to face us.
“Hey Katy, what can I get ya?” He asks while cleaning a glass.
“Can I get a round of vodka shots?”
“Sure thing.” The bartender turns to make the drinks.
“Katy! Vodka shots? He didn’t even ask for an id; you’re eighteen!” I whisper-yell at her.
“Dude just chill.”
I huff and wait for the drinks.
“Hey sweetheart, looking for a good time.”
I spin around and come face to face with a guy that looks about thirty, and his breaths reek of alcohol. Katy heard him too, and she turned around. “Hey, buddy get lost!” Katy yells at the guy.
“I wasn’t talking to you.” He fires back.
“Look she’s not interested, so go.” Katy waves her hand I front of his face. He grabs it and pushes her hand back to her chest roughly.
“Hey don’t touch her!” I yell pushing back the drunk guy.
“Feisty, I like it, come on honey let’s get out of here.” He grabs me by the arm and darts, pulling me away from Katy.
“Let go you, drunk idiot!” I shout while trying to get free.
Katy jumps on his back and starts to strangle him. He wiggles and shakes trying to get her off, but she has a death grip on his neck.
“What the hell is going on!”
The three of us turn to see Jackson with his arms crossed and a pissed look on his face.
“Look man just leave the ladies alone.” Jackson reasons while Katy jumps off the guys back.
“Dude if you want one you can have the blonde, now let’s go, honey.” He pulls me near the exit. I try and rip his hand off of my wrist, but his grip is too strong, and I whimper as he squeezes tighter.
“I believe she said let go,” Jackson warns once again.
“Man just leave us alone!”
As Jackson distracted him, I quickly kick him hard right in his jewels. He bends over and lets out a yelp.
“You little bitch!” The guy yells as he holds his, well.
He grabs my hair roughly and pulls me down my knees. I quickly spit on his face, and he cringes. Before I know it his hand comes flying at my face, and he slaps my cheek hard. My skin burns and stinks as I caress it in my hand.
“Hey, jackass didn’t anyone tell you never to hit a girl.” Jackson punches the guy right in the nose. Blood starts oozing out of his nostrils.
“I think you broke it!” Katy cheers.
Jackson kicks him right in his stomach, and the drunk tumbles to the dirty floor. He groans and holds his stomach. We look up and notice the crowd that has formed around us, watching for our next move.
“Everyone carry on!” Jackson orders to the sea of people staring at us with wide eyes.
“Come on let’s get out of here,” Katy suggests.
We leave the club and head straight home. My cheek hurts and it’s starting to get red. When we get back to the pack house, we crash on the couches in the living room.
“Anna your cheek is super red,” Katy comments worried.
“It stings, but I’ll be okay.”
“That was so much fun!” She squeals.
Jackson chuckles, “Yeah, we beat that guy’s ass.”
“Beat who’s ass?” We all turn around and see Tyler standing at the living room entry way with his arms crossed.
“You missed it, Tyler! Some drunk was hitting on Anna, and he tried to take her away, then I jumped on his back and started choking him! Anna kicked him in the balls, but he grabbed her hair and slapped her-”
“He what?” Tyler mutters then he rushes over to me and sits beside me on the couch. “Your cheek.” He mumbles while gently running the back of his hand over the red splotch on my face. I sat there wide-eyed at his sudden nurturing action.