Waves of War 🔱Hayley Marshall🔱

🔱Chapter 1🔱

🔱NAECO🔱

I sat at the bar wearing a black tank top. My wrists was covered in leather bracelets and chains. A silver ring rested on my middle finger with an aquamarine jewel inset. My long hair pulled back into a man bun. I finished off the drink in front of me. "Bartender." I said. A mug slid down the bar into my hand. I put the mug to my lips when I was bumped in the back. I put the mug down. "This was my favorite shirt." I voiced. "Am I supposed to care? Shut up, fool." A mam said shoving me. I stood up and turned around towering over the man. I looked down at him. "Don't ever...touch me." I spat grabbing him by his jacket and pinning him to the wall with a single hand. My eyes glowed pale blue. I felt something hit my back. I furrowed my brows. I smashed my forehead into the man in front of me before turning around to face the others. One of the men was holding up a broken chair with wide eyes. I let out a snarl. He swung the broken chair leg at me. I caught the wrist before grabbing his throat and throwing him into the other men. "Bartender. Put on a good song." I said. Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin began to play. I smirked at the men. "Hell yeah." I voiced before slamming my fist into the chest of one of the men. The others ran at me. I ducked under a punch, catching their arm before swinging them over my head, bringing them onto a table. One of them grabbed a knife and slashed at me. The knife did nothing. 

I looked down at the knife before looking up at the man. He looked up at me with wide eyes. I backhanded him across the face and watched him fly across the bar. I turned to the others. They looked at each other before looking at me. "Boo." I stated. They jumped before running out of the bar. I chuckled as I smiled. "I just bought those chairs." The bartender voiced. I turned around and faced her. Her arms were crossed over chest, annoyed. I looked around at the mess. "This is going on my tab, isn't it?" I asked her. She nodded her head silently squinting her eyes. I let out a sigh. I shrugged. "Eh. I'll take a Guinness." I said leaning my forearms against the bar. She rolled her eyes before putting a glass of Guinness before me. "You can't keep doing this, Naeco." She told me. "Why not? I think it's fun." I answered. "Yeah? Well, I don't. That's the 11th fight you've gotten into within a week. And eventually you'll scare all my customers off." She explained. "You keep count?" I asked furrowing my brows. She threw down the washcloth before looking at me as she leaned her hands against the bar. "You...are unbelievable." She stated. "I know." I answered grabbing the Guinness and downing it. "Go home, Naeco." She told me. "Yeah, yeah. I'm going, hold your horses." I voiced leaving the bar.