Send me “bar fight” for our muses being kicked out of a bar/club for disturbing the atmosphere. (E.g. they’re very drunk/someone picked a fight with them/they’re dancing just a little too close.)
“Hey, you chicks should probably let up.”
“Fuck if I’m stopping now.” Krys downed yet another shot, a somewhat drunken giggle escaping her lips as she wiped her mouth, the strong alcohol stinging her throat as Nathalia imitated her movements. The two women were stressed from various work activities and life in general- dressing up, going out and getting absolutely destroyed seemed like a good idea at the time, and though Krys knew from experience that it wasn’t safe, she was quickly much too drunk to care, as was the woman several years her senior.
“Jaejoong- is gonna kick your ass,” Krys giggled, swatting at Nat’s arm as the other tried to balance on her barstool.
“P- Please. I do what I want,” Nat insisted, casually accepting another round of shots for the two of them. The music was loud and the room was dark, and so when the girls struggled up with more drinks in their hands to make their way to the crowded club’s dance floor, nobody quite witnessed just how wrecked they already were.
“I fucking LOVE this song!” Nat was already having a good time, her dancing reflecting just how messed up she was, and Krys succumbed quickly to a fit of drunken laughter through her own movements- not appearing as ridiculous, all her dance training coming through almost as an instinct. Within a few songs, both had dropped their drinks somewhere on the outside of the floor, dancing and laughing without a care, until Krys felt an unfamiliar touch on her hip.
“HEY- hands off, fuckface.” Krys whipped around and swatted the offending hand off of her without a second thought. Even through her drunkness she was self-aware of such things.
“Baby, I’m just tryin’ to have a good time, lighten up” was the man’s response, and it made Krys’s blood boil- but apparently not just hers.
“Sh- she said step the fuck off, buddy,” Nat yelled, stumbling up next to the other, still intoxicated but with a dangerous fire in her eyes.
“What’re you gonna do about it, bitch?”
That was enough. Before Krys knew what was going on, Nat was pounding on him with both of her fists, people were spreading out and cheering for the fight, and both girls were seized by security and dragged outside, separate from the now-howling man. Out on the sidewalk, Nat did her best to balance herself out and fix her hair, and the two looked at each other before bursting into laughter.
“Nat, that was fucking awesome,” Krys hiccuped, Nat bowing as Krys took out her phone to call for a ride home. “Jaejoong— it’s Krys, you dumbass. Nooooo, I’m not drunk- can you- can you get us? Your girl j- just beat the shit outta some guy. No- it was great!!”
