Joanna Beth "Jo" Harvelle (daddysknife) wrote in mandalus, @ 2013-06-27 21:21:00 |
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Ninth Cut | Video OTA | Pumped Up Kicks
[The shaky video begins just as Jo walks away from a table with a rough-looking trio of men, who continue calling after her. The audio is too muffled to make anything out, but it is easily seen that the calls aren't polite or welcome. This is most likely why the video was turned on in the first place.
The scrawniest of the group stands and follows her to the bar, leaning across it to smack her ass as she poured a mug of beer for another customer. Jo shot an apologetic look at the waiting customer before turning smoothly on her heel to launch the contents of the clear mug at the man who just groped her. The camera is adjusted slightly and audio is clearer as a man from behind the camera jumps forward to pull the scrawny jerk away from the counter before he could flail hard enough to hit Jo.]
Come on, she isn't interested. [The would-be rescuer tugs the first attacker away from the bar and back towards his friends, just before the two friends jump up and started throwing punches at the interloper.]
Hey! No fighting! [Jo sets aside the beer bottles she was opening for yet another customer and slides across the bar, no small feat considering the height of the bar. The one night she gave both of her boys the night off. It figures.
She grabs one of the trio and tries to pull him to the door. He responds by smashing his elbow into her face, knocking her into the third man of the obnoxious group. The third man laughs loudly until Jo manages to turn around and punch him in the jaw hard enough to send him into stumbling into a table and down onto the floor.]
Bitch. [He pushes himself up, leaving the other two to fight the man who tried to help Jo earlier while he shoves her into the nearest pool table.
The video moves back to the main fight, ignoring Jo while she stays down for a moment to recover her breath. She can tell she'll be paying for this later. Bruised ribs, a black eye. Her nose is already bleeding.
And the damn trio was still fighting with anyone who tried to stop them.
The next time Jo appears on the video she is standing on the pool table with a shotgun in hand.]
Okay, listen up. [Of course, this only garners the attention of the people who aren't currently engaged in fisticuffs. Jo sighs and fires a warning shot at the floor. The trio scrambles away from the shot and Jo shakes her head. Cowards. She feels bad for the floor, but she can fix it. The shotgun is only loaded with rock salt anyway.]
It's only Thursday and I don't feel like putting up with this shit. Get the hell out of my bar or the next shot isn't gonna be a warning one.
[She wipes a little blood off her lips and stays on the pool table as there is a mad dash for the door. The trio disappears without another word or thrown punch, and Jo turns to give the few patrons left an apologetic smile.]
Sorry. Go ahead and take what you've gotten already as a treat. I won't charge ya for this. Roadhouse is closed. [There are a few disappointed murmurs before the video cuts off as everyone empties the bar.]