WHO: Lia and J.A. WHEN: May 2nd, like 2am; After this. WHERE: Angels and Saints then back to school? WHAT: J.A. to the rescue! RATING: IDEK
There were times when Lia thought that maybe being pretty wasn't all it was cracked up to be. There were times when she thought that she might have to start talking to creepy guys more politely. These times usually didn't last long, but they flickered through her mind now as she sat in a corner alley behind Angels and Saints waiting for J.A. Would things have been different if she hadn't told the skeevy guy that was drooling at her through pathetic eyes that he needed to go back to his room and take care of himself because that's the only person who'd be able to tolerate how pathetic and disgusting he was? There was no way for Lia to know for sure. All she knew was that the punch that followed had not been what she'd been expecting. Nor had she expected the convergence of his unwashed cretinous buddies afterward.
At that point, she figured she might be in a little bit of trouble.
Lia hated having to call someone to fight for her, but she wasn't an idiot (despite popular opinion). She knew when she was outnumbered, and she knew when fighting was just plain stupid. Nyx was away for some family thing, which left her options for a valiant savior a little limited. Well, not really given her extensive connections and reputation, but there were few people she actually trusted. J.A. was at the top of that list, after her boyfriend of course, so his number was dialed after a few more slaps and pushes had resulted in her ultimate resignation to the fact that she wasn't getting out of here on her own. At least not if she wanted to keep her dignity, and sexual services, in tact. So J.A.'s number had been dialed while one of the goons was preoccupied with the toe she'd broken stepping on it with her stiletto. Whoops?
It was totally worth the backhand she'd received, of course.
"You're really lucky I just got a manicure, or else I'd claw your sleep-circled eyes out of your pockmarked face!" she growled, glaring at the guys surrounding her fiercely. Lia might know she couldn't get away without help, but that didn't mean she was going to cower; cowering was so unattractive. The guys only chuckled, peering down at her with eyes full of heat and hunger.
One grabbed her face under her chin as he knelt in front of her, moving in so close that she could smell the cheap whiskey and beer on his breath when he spoke. "I'm going to enjoy that pretty mouth of yours when you're gasping my name," he rasped, and she cringed at the stench as her stomach rolled. Please, please don't kiss me, she thought silently, feeling like she might retch.