Erika was not a happy bunny.
Oh sure, she had been at first. The night started out really nicely. It was the birthday of one of Murphy's Healer friends and they'd all had dinner at a cute little Italian place and had a mini pub crawl, hence why they'd ended up here. His friends were great. Smart, hilarious and really rather rowdy. They all seemed kind and seemed to not mind that she'd tagged along, invited or otherwise.
They were in a smart bar in the city centre. Low lighting, modern music with a bass that didn't blow her brains out. There was about twelve of them in total, most of them were three sheets to the wind. Though not completely trollied, Erika was well on her way to drunk town.
They were at a large table near the back. Some had splintered; some has gone to the bar, a few were up and dancing. Erika had danced a heck of a lot. Her feet were sore but the three pints she'd put away seemed to take the edge off. She was enjoying it because she'd spent most of the evening with Murphy and he seemed not to really mind. He'd introduced her, not as his girlfriend but that was fine, to his friends. Rather than being greeted with handshakes, she was pulled into hugs, Murphy had a number of eyebrows wiggled in his direction.
She and the Healer were sat down at the table, half empty glasses on the table top. "I need to pee!" The tall blonde yelled at the Irishman over the music, getting to the table and clambering over him, wobbling a little as she found her feet before pushing past and heading to the bathroom. Finished, she fluffed her hair and squinted at her make up. She looked alright, passable at least, she thought as she applied more lipstick and adjusted her mascara which had clumped a little before heading back out.
The club had filled up but Murphy was easily seen. Tattooed and built like a mountain, she grinned as she made her way over again, only to stop dead in her tracks. Her smile fell from her face. There was a girl there. The same girl that had been making eyes at her quasi-boyfriend most of the night. She wasn't even that pretty. She was small, had piggy eyes and was wearing way too much make up. She threw her head back, laughing wildly, trailing her fingers up and down Murphy's arm as she sipped her drink. Erika saw red. She was going to rip her apart with her bare hands.
Her usually delicate features became harsh suddenly. She set her jaw and her shoulders, her cornflower blue eyes blazing suddenly as she stormed over, scattering clubbers in her wake. "Excuse me," she said, directly addressing the girl who greeted her with a smug smile. "Not yours," she said, jabbing a thumb in Murphy's direction. In all fairness, Murphy wasn't even
hers but that didn't stop her.
The horrible little gremlin just smirked, made some stupid quip about it was a free country or something and blah blah blah. What made her even more mad was the fact that she'd turned her back on Erika and that was the final straw.
Like a bull in a china shop, Erika grabbed the back of the girl's hair and yanked, hard, pulling her out of the booth. To her surprise (and her satisfaction), there was a chunk of the woman's (fake) overly dyed bright blonde hair. "Whoops," she said with a grin as the woman screamed, knocking glasses over as she launched herself bodily at Erika. The treasure hunter was ready but the sheer force knocked her backwards and into another table, causing her body to slump as the pain surged up her back. The girl was like a drunk Tasmanian devil. Her nails were everywhere, scratching Erika's marble skin as she clawed at her hair.
It wasn't really a "girl fight" because Erika wasn't playing. She had two older brothers and she fought like a champ. She swung at blondie, her first colliding with the other girl's jaw and then her stomach in a body blow. People were screaming and soon, there was a pair of strong arms around her body but she didn't notice. Trying as hard as she could, she kicked out, the skirt to her already short
dress riding up a little. She'd won, clearly. The blonde girl was slumped over, her equally orange cronies around her.
Only them did Erika realise that that bitch had gotten a few good shots in. Her lip was split and swelling and her left eye hurt. Plus, her knuckles were open and bloody. She felt herself being hauled outside but she still flailed wildly. "Yeah!" She screeched at the blonde girl who was retreating, obviously terrified. "Take
that, you pheasant-faced fuckwit!" Erika yelled, still struggling but pausing to slip off a red high heel before bodily throwing it at her. "And your shoes are shit!" She added, holding the chunk of the girl's hair aloft like a trophy won in battle. "Booyah! Suck it!"
