Anne usually hanged out in pubs after her work. This was her only treat for herself after a a long tiring week. Like many other Friday nights, Anne went straight to Monty’s alone. She didn’t really like hanging out with her kiss up colleagues and she didn’t have that many friends.
Anne chose on the end of the bar away from anyone. She needed that space to breath. “One draft beer please.” She told the waiter. She did not really want to get wasted but she needed the diversion or she would just lose it and quit again on another job.
She was peacefully spending time alone when a woman approached her. “Can I join you?” the woman asked. She was probably at her 30’s. She looked pale and she was really thin for her height. “Well sure.” Anne said even though that is the last thing she wanted.
”Well, what’s your problem girl? I just wanna talk to you for a bit.” the woman insisted. “Well, I really don’t wanna talk to you!” Anne said slightly increasing the tone of her voice. The woman flipped with what she said and suddenly pulled her hair.
”What?!!! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You look like a whore!” Anne was really mad and was almost shouting. She stood up and walked away but the woman pulled her hair. “Now you’re running away bitch huh?” the woman said.
She stood up to leave and avoid any more problems. The woman wasn’t not being helpful at all as she stood up and followed Anne. “What up bitch you’re afraid huh? Didn’t know I was talking to a chicken!” the woman teased some more.
That was it for Anne. As if she isn’t pissed enough, some woman is trying to get on her nerves. She turned around and slapped the woman on her face. “That’s what you get for calling me bitch.” The woman was startled briefly but rebounded and pulled her Anne’s hair. “What the fuck bitch!!!” the woman yelled. She grabbed her by the hair too with one hand and scratched with the other. The girl grabbed her shirt and it got ripped right on the front revealing some part of her left breast. She did the same to the woman and was able to tear her blouse strap.
The woman got a pretty good grip at her hair. It was hurting her and that just put her in rage. She closed her fist and started punching on the woman’s face. People were trying to get in the middle of them but some even cheered. The woman probably got hurt from her second punch that landed right through her cheek.
The bartender let her out of the pub and she headed her way home. This day sure was action packed and not really a good one for her. She surely won’t forget this day.