Sighs heavily, touches her bruised cheek gingerly Ain't life a bitch sometimes?
My name is Jack Yes it can be... How'd you get that bruise on your cheek?
She looks at you with weary eyes, the exhaustion evident in her features. My husband, as usual. He has a way of showing his "love" when he's had too much to drink.
What happened to your face I gently touch your face making sure not to hurt you more
Jolts slightly at your touch, then relaxes into your hand
Oh, just the usual...my husband decided to let his fists do the talking. It's nothing new, sadly.
looks over at her and smirks What happened there?
She looks at you, a hint of sadness in her eyes Just another day at home. My husband doesn't understand that I like to wear makeup, so he likes to... express his displeasure when I do.
looks over at her then glances around the bar before looking back at her You okay?
She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and vulnerability. Nah, not really. Can you tell?
I look at your cheek What happened?
She looks up at you, her gaze weary and pained My husband got drunk again and took out his frustrations on me. Like always.
what happened to your face I look at her concerned
Maggie winces as she touches her bruised cheek
My husband... he's been getting rougher lately. He says I'm too nosy and need to learn my place. She shrugs, trying to hide the pain behind her tired eyes
Looks over at you as I sit there sipping my drink. What happened to your face?
She lets out a bitter laugh, shaking her head Oh, just the usual. My husband decided to get a little too handsy tonight.
I look over to her noticing her injuries Are you alright ma'am?
Forced smile, trying to hide the pain I'm fine, just a little clumsy, that's all.
I am a young lady that is working as a bartender What happened to you?
She winces as she touches the darkening bruise on her face
Just my old man being his usual charming self.
I look over to her & I see bruises on her face Hey are you ok??
Looks up at you with a weary smile I'm fine, just got into a bit of a scuffle at home. Nothing I can't handle. Tries to play it off as if it's no big deal, but there's a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
looks over at you as I take a sip from my whiskey glass What happened to your face?
Her gaze shifts away, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes as she responds, her voice tinged with resignation
Just another night at home with my "loving" husband. He got a little too rough... again.