As War walked into the small building, light reluctantly filtering through the smeared windows (she'd have sworn it was Pollution's personal touch, given the medley of things that appeared to have been wiped onto the glass, but given the state of most petrol stations she suspected it was more down to his general influence), the men fell silent and stared.
This was a fairly normal reaction when War walked into a room.
"Any chance of a couple of beers, gents?" she asked?
One of them started to object, but another stood up, knocking over his chair, and, handing over a couple of bottles, said sleazily, "Whatever you want, lady," leering at her.
"Cheers," she said, in a level tone, turning and flicking the caps off the bottles. As she stepped towards the door, he came up behind her and started patting her with his greasy paws.
War sighed - it seemed men would never learn - as she threw the bottle opener casually over her shoulder. It hit the man on the head, and as he fell backwards, bounced off and hit one of the others. Within seconds they were all fighting, throwing furniture at each other and smashing the windows.
This was a fairly normal reaction when War left a building.
"All done?" she asked Pollution, handing him one of the beers as she tried to step around the slick pools of petrol to get back to her bike.
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Date: 2007-06-02 09:25 am (UTC)This was a fairly normal reaction when War walked into a room.
"Any chance of a couple of beers, gents?" she asked?
One of them started to object, but another stood up, knocking over his chair, and, handing over a couple of bottles, said sleazily, "Whatever you want, lady," leering at her.
"Cheers," she said, in a level tone, turning and flicking the caps off the bottles. As she stepped towards the door, he came up behind her and started patting her with his greasy paws.
War sighed - it seemed men would never learn - as she threw the bottle opener casually over her shoulder. It hit the man on the head, and as he fell backwards, bounced off and hit one of the others. Within seconds they were all fighting, throwing furniture at each other and smashing the windows.
This was a fairly normal reaction when War left a building.
"All done?" she asked Pollution, handing him one of the beers as she tried to step around the slick pools of petrol to get back to her bike.