Bad Girl and Boxer Boy (Under construction)

Vodka Tonic

I landed quietly on my special stool in the middle of the bar, wearing my usual neon coloured sports bra, today red, with black Nike shorts, neon coloured running shoes and a black thin sports hoodie. I took off my hoodie, revealing my long hazelnut coloured hair tied up in a neat fishtail.

"My usual please Harvey." I smiled tiredly, in my hard London accent,
"Comin’ up." Harvey smiled, still knowing he wasn't allowed to acknowledge me as Boss, until after hours, till then I would just get free drinks all night.
"On the house." Harvey winked as he slid me my drink or shot glass with the mix of lemon tonic and vodka.
"So who are you fighting today?" Harvey asked,
"A bold newcomer, he challenged me last night, when he won his last match with Lennie. It's always so cute when they think they can take me." I laughed, as Harvey chucked me my iced cranberry juice, in a wine glass, chuckling slightly to himself,
"When will they ever learn." Harvey laughed,
"They're nuts really or, you know, extremely sexist." I sighed,
"Indeed." Harvey smirked.

Suddenly there was a deathly silence in the bar; my challenger had entered.

"Hi, can I get a beer please?" A male Irish accented guy asked kindly,
"Yep, that'll be the usual price sir." Harvey smirked,
"Okay, here's a couple more dollars from yesterday." The guy smiled, turning to me,
"Hello, what is a beautiful girl like you doing in a bar, let alone here? At a time like this?" He asked sweetly,
I turned to the arsehole, who looked extremely hot, and smirked,
"I could ask you the same thing." I replied,
"I as-" but we were interrupted by my challenger.
"Where are you?!" He growled idiotically,
"Oh please shut up, you egotistical prick." I sighed irritated,
"AND WHO ARE YOU?" He laughed,
The whole bar went silent,
All of these guys, except my opponent's posse, were all regulars, and had at least seen me fight once before.
"The person you came here to fight." I smirked as I turned around from my barstool and stood up crossing my arms and sizing up the brute.
"You?! You're a girl."

BAM!!

In one instant, I lost it completely, he deserved what he got, a slam dunk to the face. And he was out cold.
Lying on the floor.

A gasp went throughout the bar. No one, and I mean no one had made me lose it like he did.

I sat back on my barstool, and calmly took a sip of my drink.

All was back to normal...