by Nana Malone
It was like I was watching a Jackie Chan movie on how to drunken box. Both of these girls were a wreck, completely wasted. I’d been feeding them drinks all night. But somehow, they still managed to take down two guys twice their size.
“You guys get back inside. I’ll call the cops.”
The girl with the silver wig didn’t turn around to face me, but instead she stood, putting her full weight on her knee into the guy’s stomach. Or at least that’s what I assumed, because the guy oophed and grabbed his gut. “Are you sure? Oh my God. Yeah, that would be awesome. I don’t feel very good. I think I need to vomit. Come on, honey.”
She stepped off of the guy with his nose spewing blood and ran over to her friend, reaching for her hand, but the friend needed no assistance. She managed to push herself up on her heels, staggering slightly. For two girls that seemed wasted and uncoordinated, they still managed a hell of a lot. I could only stare as they wandered arm in arm back down the opposite end of the alley.
“Who the hell were they?” Lucas asked.
I turned to face him. “No idea, but we need to move.”
We headed down the alley and around the corner. When we were alone, I shoved him against the wall. "Are you fucking serious?"
Lucas gave a nod and a smirk. "Thanks for the assist, man. Although I probably could've taken them."
"They were going to kick your ass. You would be the one lying bloody in the alley if I hadn’t been there."
Lucas shrugged. "Maybe. But that was a good fight though.”
I could only stare at him. "Don't you give a shit? That could have been bad."
"But it wasn't. Thanks to you. I owe you a beer or something. What's your name?"
I sighed. "Sebastian."
He grinned. “I’m Lucas. C’mon. Let’s have a beer.”
Chapter 8
