You were staring at your girlfriend, who was busted up. Small cuts and forming bruises covered her body. "If you think this is bad, you should have seen the other guy, darlin'.." She slurred, still holding a half broken bottle. You had been sitting at home when Rye had called you, mumbling something about a bar fight and that she needed a ride. So here you were.

She had a stupid smirk on her face as she leaned against your arm. She nuzzled her face into the side of your neck, her messy, frazzled hair tickling your skin. ".. Don't look so worried. It takes more than a few punches to crumble this cookie," She stated proudly, weaving the fingers of her free hand with yours.