|noli timere messorem (defyuntildeath) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2017-02-16 17:00:00
|Entry tags:||fenrir, kali|
But as sure as God made black and white [Open thread]
Who: Jayati and OPEN
what: Returning home after a scuffle (or two)
When: 2/16 5AM
Where: Outside of Pax Letale
Ratings: PG-13 for language, mentions of sexual assault, vague descriptions of violence and length. I'm a slut for detail okay, sue me.
Jayati Guerra, or more accurately, The Viper of the Triads had done a great many bad things for some very bad people. More than once, happily so and was well paid for it. Not that she was greedy, but she liked to eat and she didn't want to have to depend on anyone for little things like shelter from the rain or staying warm in the winter.
But doing good things for good people for nothing at all? That was not something she would have written on her resume before. But tonight just that thing had happened, around one AM a girl who was on a bar crawl with her friends (why the fuck they were doing this on a Wednesday night was still anyone's guess) was unceremoniously abandoned. They left her with a dead cellphone and already three sheets to the wind and honestly Jayati was just going to leave her there until closing and call her a cab, until someone else took notice of her.
It was AJ that caught it actually. That was her newest employee sent by Daniel, a good worker who kept her head down and didn't argue with the boss or stuff tips in her bra when no one was looking. Observant too, because she caught sight of the shithole who dropped a few pills in the woman's drink while she was swaying uneasily at the jukebox and told Jayati about it. By then it was too late, and she had already ingested some.
One sleazebag was nothing at all, when he tried to corner the girl as she stumbled towards the bathroom, probably hoping to usher her out the back where no one could see he got Jayati instead. He had at least a buck fifty on her, but when your arm is twisted behind your back and someone is pressing on your elbow it really doesn't matter how big you are.
See, the trick to owning your own place is you know every nook and cranny of it. She knew where the cameras were, and what they didn't catch. He got off easy; she took a picture of his phone and told him she was going to circulate it to all the other bars in a fifty mile radius, and then broke his wrist and nose for good measure. He threatened her of course, but it was her word--a business owner with a fairly good standing with the law, one witness and a camera or two in the bar to back her up--against his, an attempted rapist.
She checked what he had given her wand was unfortunately familiar with it, and knew enough to know that what she would need was hydration and sleep and shouldn't have taken enough to warranty a stomach pumping.
So she went back to work, feeling lighter and more giddy than she had in ages. They put the girl's phone on the charger and folded her into the comfortable chair in the office with a few bottles of water and a bucket with plans to put her in an uber as soon as she could give them her home address, or they could get it from her phone.
Closing time rolled around and instead AJ (bless her soul) offered to take the now passed out girl home once they got the address out of her phone. They had barely pulled out of the parking lot when things went sideways, the man was back and with friends. Five guys presented a bit more of a challenge, but they were cocky and armed only with glorified pocket knives, while she had a steel baseball bat she kept under the bar and a lot of pent up aggression. Jayati didn't try and keep it hidden from surveillance, though she did run to the back where people were less likely to see.
It ended with them all alive and on the ground, and her standing with a well earned smile on her face. There would be bruises on her neck in the morning where one of them got her in a headlock, and more on her stomach where another punched her, possibly a fractured rib. A small cut on her upper right arm and a slightly deeper one on her left shoulder of all places.
But she was conscious and would require no casts or stitches (most likely), and that put her better off than them. It dampened her mood a little when she realized that she couldn't deal with this the way she used to, she had been trying to be good-ish, and didn't want the scrutiny that would come from these men squealing behind her back. They also needed to be moved before the businesses on either side of her started opening up. After several minutes of deliberation she had gone back into the bar to come out with buckets of ice water and her shotgun. They were reminded, at gunpoint, that she had everything on camera, that they had no case if they tried anything, that they were beat by a 5'8 woman, and she had been holding back.
They left. She finished counting the drawers down, retied her french braid that one of the men had tried to use against her, stripped down to her wifebeater and pulled on a pair of gym shorts she kept for when she trained here. Her long sleeve shirt and jeans that had more than their fair share of blood on them would need to be soaked, but right now she was too restless. Might be easier to toss them.
So she went home, parked her bike in front of her window like she normally did and sat there for a long moment. Just breathing. That was the most intense fight she had been in since leaving NY, as much of a joke as that was. She felt giddy and a little high,a mix of adrenaline and excitement she still hadn't come down from even hours after. There was a restless energy pulsing through her veins but there wasn't a whole lot she could do about it now. She was under dressed, her tattoos and scars showing loud that she had been careful to hide since moving to California. In NY she would have found some more fights until she was too exhausted to do anything but sleep, or found someone to fuck. Battle relief sex, or something akin to it.
Except here, she was alone. It was almost enough to hurt the high she was riding from the feel of someone else's blood over her hands and breaking bones.