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Chapter 34 : Haul Ass!

I swayed my hips, tapped my feet aggressively and danced like a lunatic. People weren't bothered by my ridiculous dancing, they were enjoying themselves in their own little bubble. I was making a duckface, dancing and wiggling my eyebrows at Clark and Ian [Clark rolled his eyes while Ian laughed] when suddenly, someone stomped my foot.

"Ow!" I cried out in pain as I rubbed my toe. I looked up to find the bitch who had the audacity to hurt me and not even apologise! "You again!" I sneered when I saw the same old hag who winked at me earlier.

"Of course, darling," she cooed dramatically. "You should watch your feet, they're always getting under mine."

"Oh, really? You should watch your feet, always getting over mine." I scowled and she laughed to rile me up. "You evil witch, I hope I never see you again!"

"You won't because I'm going to Hawaii," she said cheerfully and I actually envied her.

"Yeah, whatever. As if I give a damn. Bye bitch," I muttered and strode briskly ahead. Suddenly, I tripped over something and fell flat on my face.

I groaned and looked behind, only to see that annoying old lady's chicken leg stuck out. She wriggled her leg to convey that she was the one who made me trip purposely. "Oops."

"Why the fuck are you harassing a child?" I asked accusingly and she acted like she was offended.

"I would never do that! Accidentally, my darling," she said coolly and I huffed, getting up.

I dusted my jeans and looked around. Our little commotion went unnoticed by the people in the bar. All were still drinking, laughing and dancing. At the corner of the bar, I saw Clark's eyebrow rose high up at me and the old lady while Ian was busy attending some call. I waved at Clark who then averted his gaze back to the beer in front of him.

The old woman was smearing lipstick while looking in the small mirror in her wallet and she smacked her lips at me. My fists clenched at my sides, all I wanted to do was rip her grey hair off. Nobody pissed me off to this extent.

"Anyway---" She glanced at her watch. "I gotta go, ta-ta darling."

"Darling your scrawny ass," I cursed and I wanted this old hag to pay for making me fall. I grabbed a large mug of beer kept on the counter and threw the liquid over the old lady. Unfortunately, a giant unsuspecting man came dancing and covered the tiny old lady completely. The beer soaked his clothes, revealing his taut muscles and I shuddered in fear.

"I . . . I-I . . . " I stuttered and no words left my mouth. Suddenly, four of the giant man's equally giant friends stood behind him. They all glared at me and I said meekly in a small voice, "Erm hello? Nice to meet y-you all. Now if you guys excuse me---"

"Don't move," they all snarled in unison and I nodded frantically like a complete idiot.

I inhaled deeply and mustered some courage. "Just so you guys know, I have brought my gang too."

"Oh really?" one of them asked and I nodded in a very sassy-cool way.

"What is happening here, George?" I heard Ian's voice and I turned around.

"This is my gang." I pointed at Clark and Ian who looked clueless.

The men laughed since Clark and Ian didn't exactly look like fighters. Clark with his glasses and beanie on looked like a complete yet adorable nerd and Ian looked like the polite, always smiling guy. Clark glared at the snickering men and they immediately stopped laughing. I felt proud that Clark could actually intimidate them who were twice his size.

"You know what your girl did?" the man who's clothes were drenched in beer asked Clark.

"Hey! I'm not his girl---"

"What did my girl do?" Clark cut me off and shoved me behind him when one of the giant men tried to grab me.

"Don't ask him Brownie, it was my mistake. I screwed up, I'm really sorry," I whispered sincerely from behind Clark and clutched his shirt. He shook his head in disbelief and I reasoned out, "But I swear I didn't mean to do that! He came in my way!"

"I came in your way?" the man asked and I froze.

"Oho, darling," I heard a high-pitched voice and peeked over Clark's shoulder. Through the glass doors, I saw the old hag who sat on her sports bike, smirked at me and took off to the airport, to Hawaii! That old bitch was the one who got me into this ugly mess!

There was this electrifying tension in the air and soon the much anticipated fight began. Clark and Ian chucked some money to the spectators to join our team in fighting so we would be even with the giant men. I was impressed by Clark and Ian who threw punches and gave a tough fight to the men. The people who were on our team due to the money just fought aimlessly for fun.

Clark had firmly instructed me to sit on the bar stool by the corner and just be quiet. But how could I not participate in something this fun? There was smashing of beer bottles, snapping of bones, twisting of arms and my hands itched to do the same.

I grabbed a random spatula which was kept on one of the tables and ran towards the crowd which had gone bonkers, fighting and wringing each other's neck. There was absolute mayhem as I joined the mad crowd merrily. Two men had managed to get over Clark as he lay struggling on the floor. Clark put all his strength in shoving one man away while the other tried to overtake Clark, I quickly sprang into action.

I clinged to the arms of the man who tried to attack Clark. Clark swiftly got up and pressed the giant man's face on the floor. The man's butt was sticking out and I saw this as the one perfect golden opportunity to do something I desired. I started whooping his ass with my spatula.

The man cried in pain and Clark had to pull me away from beating his ass into pulp. The bar was devastated and I heard the police sirens. The manager must have alerted the police because of this huge fight that broke out.

"Haul ass!" I shouted and everyone stopped fighting. Clark and Ian glanced at each other and then at me. I was looking at the door longingly since the police might arrive here any second. Clark and Ian abruptly let go of the men they were fighting with and followed me quickly as I ran straight to the door, until I bumped into a police officer.