Holding Out For A Hero

Frozen Grapes

"Boys, boys, boys." I smirked while spinning on my bar stool towards the mob of angry gang members. "Before you attempt to kill me why don't we have a drink?"

The bartender quickly shuffled to the granite counter and slid a bottle of rum my way. I lifted up the Captain Morgan as a peace offering to the men in front. After all, a glass might cool their nerves.

They glanced in curiosity to one another until a deep voice called commands from the farthest end of the room. The dogs begun to follow orders.

The closest ripped the bottle out of my hand. He tossed it to the wooden floor and glass shards flew everywhere. I wasn't too worried about the injuries the stray glass could cause but more about the liquor that was lost.

I didn't even get a sip of it!

"That's it!" I screamed and rammed a heel into the man's groin.

He let out a gruff ouch before falling to his knees. All the others stopped to stare at their friend, basically crying on the ground. They each backed up an inch covering their own privates.

"Honestly?" I sighed while hopping down to study the fool.

The whole club fell silent when I took hold of his v-neck tee and pulled him upward. The fool narrowed his eyes at me. His deep stare shouting a thousand insults.

A laugh bubbled past my lips. Did he really think he could hurt me? I was the one who knocked him down.

"This is the most amusement I've had in months. You fools won't punch me because I'm a girl. Seriously?"

That simple insult lit a flame. Each man flung open their Swiss army knives ready to bring havoc. I could see the headline of the daily newspaper now: Lavender haired heroine kilt by half a dozen gang members on steroids.

The fool below me smirked in satisfaction.

"Anything else you'd like to say little girl?"

I let him hit the ground with a thud and tapped a pointer on my chin for a few seconds. "Nope, nothing I can think of on the top of my head.... Oh snap, just remember."

I pulled a container of lipstick out my clutch purse and winked, "pucker up."

The cap popped off, reveling a silver blade. Thankfully, I had been smart enough to purchase a self defense product before entering this scene. It wasn't my personal goal to injury anybody but it was to get my point across.

I dug the knife into the closest man who tried to take advancement. In the movies, it always seemed easy to remove the weapon from the victim after attacking. That was a load of b.s.

It took about half my strength to rip the blade out of the man's upper chest and by the time I did there was another man on my tail.

They had me cornered to the counter. I thought I was doing an excellent job, keeping them at bay. Even the spectators seemed impressed with my accomplishments. Dacio, on the other hand, wasn't.

"What the hell are you motherfuckers doing!"

He came through a nearby entrance. His dress shirt partially unbuttoned and a girl- who wasn't Cerberus- clung onto his arm.