//𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 (Lee Christmas x Reader)

two.

Lee sat down abruptly back in his seat, grabbing your half empty bottle of beer and chugging it down. He didn't know what the hell Lacy was doing there, but a million thoughts were running through his mind at once.

Barney gave your cheek a pat and you chuckled, motioning back towards the tables they had slammed together in order to fit them all. You had half a mind to collapse onto Lee's lap, but you saw him throw back the rest of your beer and huffed. Gunner was lost in his own world again, eyes glassy and fingers squeezed around that flask. You turned back towards the bar and figured you'd get everyone one more round on you before you called it a night.

"Let's get another round for the guys, on my tab, if you don't mind," you said with a sweet smile to the bartender, who nodded and got to work.

You let out a sigh and glanced around, thinking back to the mission and the three weeks you'd spent soaking wet covered in mud.

Then you saw her.

She was trying not to glance up at you through the curtain of her hair, standing anxiously at the bar with her hands curled up in front of her. When she caught you looking she blinked, turning her attention down to her fingers, tapping away at the surface in front of her. You looked over your shoulder at Lee who sat with his back to you both and shook your head.

"Lacy," you said, raising your eyebrows, trying to see passed her untucked hair. "Lace."

She furrowed her brows and looked up at you, uncertain.

"Are you looking for him, Lacy?"

She opened her mouth to speak but then hesitated, glancing back to the door where she had come in. She pressed her lips together into a very forced, dry smile and shook her head. You noticed the healing split lip and the bruises around her hands and you scratched your head, wishing for a second you were a shittier person.

"What're you doing here, then?" You asked, moving closer to her so that you were almost side by side. She shifted, looking you up and down, and turned her eyes to the ceiling.

"Just picking up an order," she said gently.

"Lacy-" you started, glancing out the door. You couldn't see anything but the blurry mess of headlights from the parking lot.

"I'm not here for him, so don't worry," she hissed, snapping her head towards you. "I didn't even know he'd be here. He hasn't been lately."

You swallowed and nodded, wondering how somebody could let themselves be treated so brutally. You ran into battle ready to get the shit beat out of you, and had done it before, but- in a relationship? You always wanted to believe that if somebody laid a hand on you in that situation, you'd knock them into the next century. But then again, Lacy definitely wasn't you, and you had never experienced that firsthand. You sighed.

"Where is he?" You asked, lowering your voice slightly. One of the other bartenders placed a paper bag in front of her and she nodded her thanks, glancing up at you again.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"The fucker that did this," you said, your voice calm, betraying your words. "Where is he?"

Lacy made a face and turned to leave but you reached out and held her hand, catching her off guard. She snapped to you, eyes wide, and you felt her pulse quicken in her wrist.

"Don't cause a scene," she said, almost desperate. "I didn't know he'd be here. I'll leave, alright? Shit."

You shook your head. "It's not about Lee. Some guy is using you as a punching bag. What're you gonna do about it?"