Linda's POV
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"You sure you wanna do this? We can do it another time?" I ask her, holding her hand as we sway on the sidewalk. To most folks, we're just friends holding hands. But to us and our friends, we're more than that.
"No, I'm doing this. Why wait for a better time? Are you...having second thoughts?" She pulls me into a metaphorical corner with an apprehensive gleam in her eye. I shook my head and she replied with a sigh, pulling her hand away from me to leave me cold and lonely in the warming wind.
I held the door open to hear the tick of a little bell hung by a string and let her pass me into the shop. It's a smaller parlor from the ones I've seen in New York but has much more beautiful art on the walls. There was an older gentleman rubbing his face sitting in a chair. He had a shorter haircut and some ink colored skin on his bicep from what I can tell.
"What do you two dolls want?" Those words left a bitter sound in my ears and my girlfriend's from the look on her face.
"I wanted to get a tattoo, and my friend is here for support." She latched onto my arm tightly.
"I don't do tattoos on ladies, sorry." He stated with a shrug, beginning to wipe off his supplies.
"Excuse me?!"
I saw the twitch in Maureen's brow, snapping simultaneously with her tone of voice. She let go of me and was about to punch one of his teeth out when I grabbed her fist and looked into her eyes. It isn't worth fighting if we could reason with him and maybe change his sexist views.
"I only do tattoos for men who've fought in war or have done something worthwhile. What have women done something worthwhile? Their jobs are so easy, all you do is stay home and cook."
"How about push your ungrateful ass out of our vaginas and then have to raise a stuck up bastard like you?!" I put my hand on her shoulder and commanded both of us to take a deep breath, we'll get through this.
"Yeah, get your irrationally angry friend to calm down and then get out, why don't you?" He said that without even looking from what he was doing. I could feel the steam rising in my system, my bones hardening into steel. I grabbed him by the collar on his shirt and shoved him against the wall, hearing a pop in one of his skeletal joints.
"Make one more sexist and misogynistic remark to me and my girlfriend again and I won't hesitate to knock you out. Her emotions are just as valid as anyone else's and only a person that vile and heartless as you would think otherwise."
"You're not even that strong, I could get out of this hold easily." My grip on him tightened as I spat on him and jammed my knee into his family jewels. He yelped out a cry and at this point I could hear the pleas of my partner begging me to stop and we could try another shop.
"No, not yet. I'm still teaching this motherfucker a lesson." My fist smashed into his jaw so far to the point one of his teeth flew across the room.
"Maybe next time think before you open that waste of a mouth." I whispered in his ear and let him go, walking toward my lovely partner and kissing her on the cheek quickly as he was still focusing on the god awful pain in his pelvis. Then someone came rushing inside.
"Dad, the hell happened to you?" He only pointed to me and her gaze fell shocked considering I look pretty helpless to most people. She got up and walked over to me.
"You did *that?*" I simply nodded, looking down and realizing that I just beat the living shit out of this woman's dad. I prepared to be screamed at and we would have to make a run for it, but she actually put a hand on my shoulder.
