She's A Bad-Ass Rock Chic. Part 10.

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My eyes flitted from the girl to the door. The bright light from the green sign reading the words 'EXIT', glared at me almost mockingly.

The oversized woman leant against the sinks. Her arms were crossed over her wide chest. Her tight dress was stretched against her skin like it was two sixes two small - or she was two sizes two big. Her forest green eyes were practically shooting lasers at me. I could actually almost see her orbs turning red with anger, matching the colour of her short dress that showed way too much skin that I did not need nor want to see. To say she looked slightly scary was an understatement, but I was never going to admit this - in fact this thought was deleted from my brain as soon as I thought about it. I would never be fully intimidated by someone until they showed me what they were capable of- even if they did looked like they could kill me with their bare hands.

Thoughts of what to do, to avoid any unnecessary conflict with this girl flitted around my brain. But unfortunately in my overly drunken state only one actual idea - if you could even call it that- was clear enough for me to comprehend.

I slipped around an unsurprisingly, calm looking Noah and headed for the sinks. The running of the water was the only sound disturbing the tense silence that had formed. My eyes glanced at the mirror to see Noah's reflection. His hands were stuffed into his pockets; his eyebrows were raised as his eyes wondered everywhere around the bathroom not seeming to stop to look at anything for more than a moment. His full lips were pushed out slightly as he whistled a quiet tune, looking more relaxed than he should do in a situation like this, but I guess that's Noah for you. In the little time that I've known him I can already tell he is one of those guys who always remains cool and seems like nothing affects him. It made me wonder if this was just a front he puts on for everyone and avoids people searching for his true emotions or is he just one calm and collected guy who is completely and utterly comfortable in his own skin? These conclusions shall be investigated further on a later date when there is no gorilla out to get me.

In the corner of my eye I looked at the big woman still stood in the same exact position. Her eyes though had now seemed to have forgotten about me and were now glued on Noah. She was like a big bear seeking out her predator. The corner of my lips turned up a centimetre as I noticed Noah seemed to be avoiding her gaze.

The dripping water halted as the squeaking of the turning tap interrupted the noise as I turned it off. Noah's gaze snapped to the source of the sound then travelled up to look into my eyes. His sight glanced at the door than back to me. The gesture showing me that he wanted to get the hell out of here from the lust filled animal. I nodded giving him a casual smile as I quickly dried my hands on a rough paper towel.

My heels clacked against the tiled floor as I started to move to the exit. The woman's head snapped towards mine, following my every movement.

As I stepped in front to her the plan to avoid any sort of conflict with the 'almost' intimidating woman was time to come into action.

I placed my right foot behind my left crossing my legs as they bent slightly. My fingers lightly grabbed the end of my dress. I bowed my head slightly, my gaze never leaving hers.

"How d'you do?"

Yes ladies and gentleman my plan was to act like a civilised human being and greet this woman in a sophisticated and a well-mannered fashion. This does not mean that I regret my earlier actions, of what happened earlier with her, in any way or form. And for all intents and purpose I could kick her huge ass any day.

Her glare became more intense as she watched my actions. I stood up straight, brushing my hands against the front of my dress and gave her a tight smile before leaving the bathroom in a well-behaved manner. I could feel her gaze shooting daggers at my back but was soon blocked by the door closing behind me as I exited out the bathroom.

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