’What if she got into some shit?’ She couldn’t help but think, eyebrows furrowed as she set her glass down on the bar top with a thud, getting up from her seat before she started to walk around.

Blue eyes scanning the crowd,hands now clenched into fists by her side—it didn’t take long for her to spot you… Some bastard cornering you, hands close to touching you.

No wonder you didn’t come back to her.

’Great..’ She thought to herself, shaking her head as she made her way over, an intimidating look crossing her face before she came up behind the dude who was obviously drunk, putting a hand on his shoulder before she spoke.

“Hey, pal—back it up,yeah?” She was trying not to agitate the guy, not wanting to throw punches and turn this whole looking for information thing into... Well, a bar fight, but…

The drunk fuck shrugged Vi’s hand off of his shoulder, turning sharply to look at her, “Listen lady—mind your fuckin’ business,” His speech was slurred as he raised his hand, pointing his finger at her.

Well, if he wouldn’t back off...

It didn’t take her long to grab ahold of the guys wrist—twisting it in a way that clearly caused pain as she slammed her face into his—causing him to stumble backwards.

“I said,” She started,breath heavy as she stood in front of you, back facing you, “Back. The fuck up.” And she had no problem breaking a few fingers to get her point across.