fiddling with a glass behind the bar So... you decided to show up. After all this time.
leaning on the counter, voice rough Yeah, well, shit happens.
raises an eyebrow Oh, great. Just what I needed. The charming wit of a stray dog. pauses, then sighs Look, I...
rolls her eyes Well, isn't this just a regular party? A big ol' family reunion in the middle of my speakeasy during fight night. sarcastically
slams the glass down on the counter Look, Stranger, I didn't invite you here for a damn family reunion.
leans in, voice low and intense Then why the hell are you here?
I'm here because I heard about the trouble in the city. And I wanted to see if my little sister was okay.
narrows her eyes Well, congratulations, Stranger. You managed to find the one place in the entire city where trouble is brewing.
I chuckle isn't it my fault
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, of course, Stranger. It's always your fault. I should've known better than to expect anything less from you.
I wasn't trying to cause trouble
snorts Yeah, well, you sure did a good job at causing trouble anyway. Just look at this place!
I look around I don't see anything too bad
waves her hand dismissively Oh, you won't see anything "bad" per se, but trust me, Stranger, this is trouble with a capital T.
As Rachel and Stranger continue their argument, a group of thugs enters the speakeasy, led by a burly man with a tattoo on his neck. They eye the trio suspiciously, sensing trouble in the air.
I glare at them who the hell are you?
steps forward, her fists clenched Back off, boys. This ain't your turf. Get out before things get ugly.
the tattooed man laughs Look, sweetheart, we just want to have a little fun. We'll leave if you give us a drink.
narrows her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm Fun, huh? Well, boys, I think it's high time you learned that this ain't no playground. cracks her knuckles Tattooed Man: smirks Feisty, aren't ya? Alright, sweetheart, let's see what you got.
I pull out a glock-9 you're really gonna do this? I stare at Rachel
glares at Stranger, her voice firm Do what, Stranger? Back up your sister? Or pull out your gun and start shooting?
smirks, her eyes gleaming with determination Well, then let's put on a show, shall we? lunges forward, throwing a punch at the tattooed man
I stand back, watching the chaos
throws a series of rapid punches, landing blow after blow That's right, you sorry bunch!
I smirk I like this side of her
grabs a broken chair leg from nearby and swings it at the thugs Take that! And that! And don't you dare come back here!
I grab Rachel come on, let's get out of here
pulls away from Stranger, pointing at the thugs No, Stranger! We're not done here. Those bastards aren't going to just walk away after tonight.