Woman in a bar

                She lay back against her chair, taking a long drag off of her cigarette as she surveyed the bar. Same as the night before, she saw the usual drunks getting carried away with the bartenders, loudly cursing and waiving their beer bottles in the air. Across the room to her left she noticed a man sitting alone, quietly sipping on a glass filled with a dark liquid, surveying the room, like herself. In the corner farthest from her, she noticed a young woman, not too much older than herself, trying to seduce and older man who seemed to not need much convincing.
         “Dumb whores,” she mumbled as she flicked an ash off into the ashtray sitting on the table before her. She took the final drag off of her cigarette before putting it out as a young man came up to the table.
         “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked his voice smooth. She tilted her head to look him over. He wore dark denim jeans and a black muscle shirt. His bright green eyes seemed to shine through the bleach blonde hair that hung slightly over his forehead. He smiled, noticing her looking at him, thinking he could easily pick her up. How wrong he was.
         “No,” she answered simply as she got another cigarette from the half empty pack of Marlboros on the table and lit it. She leaned back, waiting for him to walk away like so many others before him.
         “Come on, one drink,” he tried to coax her, thinking that maybe if he tried hard enough he could get her to bend to his will.
         “I said no,” she simply answered, starting to get annoyed.  He started to walk away, but turned and started to sit across from her. “I do not believe I gave you an invitation to sit.” The man smiled.
         “You look like a woman who needs some company,” he said as he sat down completely and leaned back in his chair.
         “Well buddy, you got that all wrong. I don’t need any company, and if I did, it would certainly not be yours,” she said, as she started to get angry. The man stood and walked over to her in a single stride and bent down towards her ear.
         “Listen hear, woman, this is your lucky day. I don’t just choose any woman to share my evening with. So you are going to have a drink with me and by damn, you are going to enjoy it,” he whispered into her ear, making her blood boil. Before she had a chance to move, the man was pulled away from her and shoved against the wall behind her.
         “I believe the lady told you no, and I’m pretty sure she meant business,” the man who sat alone said as he held her intruder tighter against the wall.
         “What do you care? She’s just some average bar whore who is always in here,” the man managed to say in between the short breaths he was forced to take. Neither men noticed as she stood from her chair and seemed to appear before them, the blade of her sai pressed against the man’s neck.
         “Just who the fuck do you think you are?” she spat at him. “Do I look like some bar whore? If you wanted yourself a bar whore, check over there.” She motioned towards the young girl, who was now straddling her new meal ticket. “And who the fuck are you?” she asked to the man holding the blonde intruder, her sai not wavering from his neck.
         The man looked her up and down with his sparkling blue eyes. She was fairly short, couldn’t be more than five foot five, the black knee-high boots accenting her slender legs that led to her black leggings and pale pink tunic. What drew him most were her eyes. Eyes the color of the ocean and just as deep, he swore he could see into her soul simply by looking into her eyes, golden locks fell around her shoulders and cascaded down her back and all he could think of was how its shine rivaled the sun. “Raidon. Yours?”
         She looked him over as he did her and for a moment a slight smirk could be seen on her face.  She wouldn’t deny it, he was devastatingly handsome. Tall, couldn’t be to far from six foot, his body was well toned and a deep tan. His sparkling blue eyes seemed to glow against his dark hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail. “My name is Arianna. And I don’t need your help disposing of trash like him.”