Thread: they don't know it's broke
WHO: Lisa and Bethan, (random dudes too) and maybe Dan WHERE: Somewhere around Lima WHEN: Thursday night; 02/09 WHAT: Lisa's out on the town, things go wrong. Bethan shows up, things get worse. WARNINGS: violence, sexual assault, vigilante Beth, drunk Lisa, lots of swearing
She knew for sure that Thursday night was not the time to go out and get drunk. She was just going to stick around in the house, blow off her own steam, play music, have the run of the place. But she'd had the run of the place for weeks now, a house that size got pretty fucking lonely after a while. She hated how quiet it got. And yeah, she'd told Dave not to worry about her, but she was seriously starting to spend too much time on her own, with her own thoughts, in her own head.
And after clearing out her own liquor stash for Tina's party, she honestly had not a drop left in the house. Which was why, on Thursday night, she pulled herself from her house in a skimpy top, skin tight trousers and her knee high lace up boots and trampled her way to the nearest bar that didn't ask for ID.
So she tore through as much drink as she could, smoking out by the balcony in the small place. She barely cared about the people around her, hitting the dance floor which was a glorified box square when some guy invited her over, accepting a drink later before just heading back to the bar to toss more back on her own. It had to be near the early hours when she pulled herself out of the drink addled stupor to head out. She'd find a cab, give her address and sleep this off on her sofa, simple.
She was two seconds away from lighting up a cigarette outside the bar when a hand ran over her stomach. "Back off, butch." She swatted at the hand, peeling it away from her hip and glaring to her side. He wasn't overly buff, nothing to write home about, and she definitely wasn't drunk enough to pour herself anywhere with him. "Sorry, hombre, girl's gotta get home." Not that she did, but the hell if she was going with him.
"But the party is just getting started." The grin was unnerving, and shit, she just noticed the guy at the alley just beside the bar, another one standing behind Butch. "Think you ought'a stay and treat us right, eh girly." Okay, these dudes were getting their lines from where?
"Or, ya'll could just fuck off and amuse yourselves." She should've brought the mace her mother had in the kitchen, should've wore her other shoes, shouldn't have come out at all. Butch moved in closer, and the one behind him circled around, smirking and showing off a missing tooth. "Seriously? We're rollin' out this shit show?" God, this was fucking retarded and all she could hear was her mother bitching her out in her head. But then a flash of silver caught her eye and Lisa wondered if her mother would get a chance to bitch at her or not.
Smirky moved to press against her back, just as Butch slid in closer, the cool steel blade pressing against Lisa's side and making her drag a breath in, collapsing her stomach as much as she could. "Like I said," Butch raised a hand to flick at Lisa's hair, hand shifting down to clamp on her neck and pulling the hair at the back of her head, "party is just starting."
She'd had to suffer through all those PSA's in New York, stories about rapes and murder and whatever else that went on in the streets at night, how to handle it. But everything flew out of her head when a knife pushed to her throat and hands went to her belt. She was pushed into a wall, the brick grazing her shoulder and hip as it was pushed back. Trying to push Smirky away only resulted in Butch punching her in the stomach while the dopey looking guy who'd been in the alley the whole time chuckled at her, pulling at her jeans until the button and zip were loosened. Smirky's face was right against her cheek, his whiskey breath ghosting over her face as he slid a hand under her pants, pushing two fingers into her and Lisa couldn't stop the whimper of pain and near sob of desperation. Her leg flailed out, kicking Dopey and her hands scratched at Butch while she tried to knee Smirky, but Butch grabbed her hair again, Smirky taking a grip of her wrists and her head was thumped back into the wall.
Stars and dots just erupted in her vision, eyes clenching shut as she heard Dopey complain about her kicking him, Smirky laughing in her face as he thrust his fingers into her again, his hips rutting against her hip. She felt tears spill down her cheeks from the agony and she just cursed herself for being so stupid all over again.
She should've gotten drunker. Should've hit one up. Shouldn't have come out at all.