OneHellofaGrell
"What's your name, little girl?" The large man sneered.
Sweat dripped down the side of my forehead as I looked around the bar at all the bulky guys behind him.
"Uh..." I muttered, my eyes darting to a waiter's name tag. "Arnold..." A beer barrel caught my eye and I read the label. "Schwarz...en...egger. Uhhh, yeah...! That's me! Arnold Schwarzenegger!"
An elbow shoved into my side, followed by a man's voice.
"Saskia, there already is an Arnold Schwarzenegger." He hissed into my ear.
My jaw dropped. "There is? Shit!"
And that's when the fight started.