Miss Bad Ass

My eyes snap to the sound of fist to face contact. Being who I was, I knew that sound well, almost as much as I knew the sound of a gun shot. Looking throught the drunken people, in the midst of all the sweaty bodies and skin-tight dresses, were two girls, one clam and unfazed, the other with wide eyes. She slowly lifted her bloody hand to her open mouth, pushing some of her honey brown hair to the side while smudging some of her bright pink lip stick. The thing is, that other the girl with black hair, standing straight and clam, was the one that got punched.

Breaking my focus for a second, I realized that there was now a wide circle of people around the two girls and they were all waiting for a reaction from the black haired girl. Thinking that, my eyes turn back to the same girl, only to notice a bright red streak in her black hair. Maybe it was the dim lighting, along with the flshing lights, but I didnt notice that before. The girl slowly raised her chiseled, emotionless face but only stated a few words.

"Ok, if that is how it has to be." She spoke with a confident, ruff voice as she turned from her attacker and started to walk away.

"Dang, bitch. Can't even fight back." a clearly drunk guy huffed from the outer rim of the circle made of people.