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Heather arrives in her car and sees the Hostess club manager shouting at Sawa.
Manager( To Sawa): Ya dumb broad! Mr Troy's paying damn fine dough ta be here at ma finest establishment! It was just a little feel up ya dumb broad! Ya didn't need ta hurt him!
Sawa( Calmly with patience): We are a hostess club not brothel, even if we be brothel he not supposed to touch unless Sakura allow. This has happened too often, ban Troy.
Manager: I ain't banning Sawa ya stupid asian! He's our best money maker! Now get the f%ck outta here and ya'll apologise ta him tommorow!
Heather( Leaves the car and angrily to the manager): Don't you dare talk to Sawa like that you punk ass son of a b%tch!
Manager( To Heather): Who the f%ck are you?! Huh... Hey! Ya ain't a bad looking broad! How about ya start working at the club starting tomorrow yeah? A latina chica be great! Maybe ya can do some cha-cha-cha and tacos yeah?
Heather( Contemptuously): Seriously? ( To Sawa puzzled and caringly): Sawa, sweetie, why're you letting this dweeb talk sh%t about you huh?
Sawa( To Heather): Let us go home.
Manager( To Sawa): Sweetie! Whoa! Ya nabbed yerself a mighty fine burrito! Woo la la! Always tha quiet ones eh? I guess ya ain't such a dumb broad after all!
Heather( To Sawa in astounded manner): How the heck do you work for this idiot?
Sawa( To Heather): With patience.
Heather walks to the driver seat side of the vehicle.
Manager( To Heather): hey, come here tomorrow will ya! We'll start ya hosting! A spanish broad be great!
Heather( Opens the door to vehicle and to manager): Stick your job offer where the sun don't shine!
Manager: Whoa! Spicy taco ain't ya!
Sawa opens the door to enter the car, suddenly a shout is heard and Troy appears suddenly out from behind the dumpster with a baseball bat.
Sawa dodges his strike and trips him over so he hits the ground. The bat hits his nose. Sawa kicks the bat away.
Troy( Shouting in pain as blood comes out of his nose through and he holds his nose with his hands his nose and screams in pain): Ah f%ck! Oh F%ckin% sh%t! You broke my nose! I'll sue your ass!
Heather( Rushing to Sawa in worry): Oh God! Oh my God! Honey!
Sawa( Points to the security camera be the entrance door to Troy): Sue and you explain your actions to judge and how you attack a defenseless little Japanese lady! ( To Manager) Ban him!
Sawa points to bat.
Sawa( To Troy): Live by the sword you die by the sword! Go to hospital and think about your behaviour! ( To Heather): Let us go home.
Heather and Sawa drive away from the area.
They drive in silence for a few awkward minutes.
Sawa: I am curious to see what Jamsta say on the radio tonight, what do you think Heather?
Heather drives into a layby and stops the car.
Sawa: Heather? Is something wr-
Heather cries, she hugs Sawa.
Sawa( Holds Heather gently in her arms with kindness and worry.): No need for such drama silly.
Heather: That maniac could have killed you!
Sawa: He just a perverted drink, he just drink too much whiskey as usual. Now he is a drunk with injured nose.
Heather: I don't care! He was dangerous! He could have hurt you sweetie! Oh God I could kill that bastard!
Sawa( Caressing Heather's hair with lovingly): Hush, hush now, the drunk is gone. He is no threat to me or you or anyone. You are so silly Heather. Calm my dear...
Heather calms down in Sawa's arms.
Sawa picks tissue from tissue box and gives it to Heather.
Heather( Wipes away tears with tissue): Sorry honey.
Sawa: Do not be... Do you wish me to drive?
Heather: Nope. I'm fine now. ( Energetically) Let's go home!
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Tales of Sonichu 3: Heather and Sawa
FanfictionWelcome to the story of Heather and Sawa as they navigate through life in the world Sonichu inhabits!
