Accosted and Protected

Just like I knew the cloth was pretty much breeding trouble for me.

As I went to drop another order for a table that had been occupied for a while, a drunk man grabs my hand.

I expected him to say something scalding like the other man did but he didn't.

His other hands go straight at my butt.

I practically scream.

Every sober and not so sober eyes in the bar turns to our table. I raise my hand and slap him.

With my eyes on fire, I raise my hand to slap him again but he catches it.

"Didn't you wear the dress so we can touch what you carry? I mean?" He says in the typical drunken manner

A murmur of assent and jeers went through the crowd.

I drop my hand and make to leave even after I knew slapping him once was not enough.

Behind me, I hear another slap.

I wheel around and there stood the suited man from the grey hoodie's table.

The drunk man got slapped and he has passed out, sprawled on the table with his face red.

"You should cover your legs ma'am. It's cold out. And change out of that, it's an eyesore." He says to me and walks back to his table.

The grey hoodie hadn't moved an inch while it all happened.

I rush out of the bar and bumps into Gina who seemed to have just come in.

I go to the back of the bar and change my dress into something much better, a simple jean trouser and casual round neck.

What I had worn before I had gone to change my dress.

*Grey Hoodie*

I sit up after she runs to the back.

She should have done that sooner.

I remove the top part of my hoodie and sips my cola.

"Why did you get involved?" The man in suit, my secretary asks.

"I didn't get involved. You did." That shuts him right up.

I unfold my palm and look into it.

Right in its middle and glistening is a stray tear.

"Let's go. I'm already sick of this place." I order and the other two stand up.

My secretary walks to the counter to pay our bills while we wait.

We are almost out of the door when men burst in.

Each one armed with either a hammer, gun or baseball bats.

We three step back into the bar to avoid being hit.

Two men stay by the door, letting no one leave or enter.

What a troublesome bar this is.

Much more than I heard.

One who seems to be the leader of the group walks to the counter and bangs on it.

"Where's the head? Eve? Get out here?" He yells

He brings his voice down just loud for everyone in the room to hear

"Her name is just perfect don't you think? Eve? She is really a daughter of Eve."

From the door behind the counter, someone steps out.

It's the girl from earlier.

The leader's eyes whip over to her.

She's stupid, can't she can't read the room?

The leader of the thugs come down from his place on the counter and walks over to her.

She seems to have flirted with trouble tonight.

Even the drunk man hadn't woken up yet and another harbinger of trouble has found her.

I stealthily walk closer to her so I can help out.

I suddenly stop midway and give myself a rethink there.

"What the fuck am I doing helping a simple waitress?" I smack myself mentally.

The male thug walks up to her and holds her head up with his bat.

"You're obviously not Eve. What are you wearing? You look like a beggar. I won't wanna come to this bar if the waitresses dress like this."

It seems to be a good thing she had gotten out of that garb from earlier. Because if she still had it on, there is no way she could have escaped whatever unholy thing was running through the man's head.

From behind her trembling body, the door opens and a much bigger woman steps out. I guess she's the Eve he's asking for.

The thug sees her and pushes the waitress out of the way and her head is heading right for the counter hard stone.

Out of reflex, I put my hands out and break her fall.

Startled, she looks up at me.

She is quite tempting as well, but I catch myself and drop her just before she sees my face.

I don't watch to see how she falls, I simply turn and walk out along with the two others I came with.

I'll be back some other time.

For some very valid reasons.

I don't glance back.