He swung his fist at her, and while she didn't have a chance to outright deflect it, she turned her face to the side and let the hit glance off her cheek. Before she could hit back or do much of anything, the bartender and the bouncer grabbed them and began hauling them toward the back door.
"This what you wanted, Smith?" she shouted over the din. "Is that what you came looking for?"
The bouncer tossed her in an alley. She didn't pause to listen to what he shouted at her, instead turning and pushing Smith into the wall. With any luck, he'd slam his head against the bricks.
"This what you wanted out of evening? The hell's wrong with you?"