En colère Météore

Anara was still shaken from the encounter. She breathed in a SHAKY breath trying not to remember it. The alcoholic stench, the disgusting commentary, and the caress. She shivered as she gazed up at Skidmore who had stood up for her. Her girlfriend was strong where she was not. Smiling at her then she leaned forward sheepishly. 

❝ Thanks, for that. I completely FROZE when he touched me. It wasn’t pleasant at all. ❞

Biting her lip, she wished she could say something else. They were still new to the relationship. Anara was having her doubts at how very different they were. She was shy to a fault, a pushover, and she froze in UNCOMFORTABLE situations. Anara did have self-defense skills but they were useless when her guard was down. Moments before, she had just been LAUGHING with Skidmore and to have her personal space invaded like that? It came as a shock and she felt so vulnerable. So weak. 

❝ I SHOULD have been able to deal with him on my own. But yet again, you come to my rescue. Although, I think it was a bit rougher than usually. ❞

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she gazed down at the glass of club soda she had. Gripping onto her fingers turned white from the PRESSURE. Letting go of the glass after a moment, she smiled faintly at Skidmore letting out a laugh. Just act natural, don’t let the fear show. Don’t let it get to you…

❝ SILLY me, I’m going to get pulled into another slimy situation if I don’t get my act together. I can’t expect you to always save me. ❞

Her frame turned to acknowledge Anara’s voice, but she kept her gaze down. In a matter of a few seconds, many thoughts raced through Skidmore’s mind. She was so impulsive and aggressive and scary, a secret part of her was scared she’d send her girl running with how much of a terror she is. Swallowing hard, her blue hues locked on the blonde’s figure- watching her as she uttered her last sentence. The bartender’s hand froze mid-cleaning, an anxious tingle lighting up in her hands as she responded.

“You’re not getting yourself into situations, Anara. People just can’t use their brains and learn what they shouldn’t do.”

Skidmore mumbled, her voice uncharacteristically quiet from a few moments ago. Setting the cup down as well as her rag, the pinkette moved to stand in front of Anara. She kept her eyes down, looking at the pale hand of her person of interest. The taller girl moved her own hand a bit, poking Anara’s finger before slowly locking them. Though it wasn’t a full hand hold, it was a grand step from Skidmore- she was being somewhat affectionate. 

“Sorry if I was a bit.. Aggressive.”

She stated even softer, mimicking Anara’s earlier action and pinning a pink strand behind her ear. The blonde caused her girlfriend to act weird; she was either scary or affectionate, serious or flustered. There was no in between. 

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It was what, nearly four in the morning? The bar was closed, it was silent beside some music that was probably some old soft rock from the 80′s. Skidmore was doing her usual cleanup; making the tables around the room shiny and making the beer glasses shimmer in the low light. The girl could have sworn she was alone, but her sleep deprived mental state was lying to her. The pinkette was too focused on the spec on the clear mug that Anara’s voice and words nearly make Skidmore’s soul leave her body. 

“Dear God, Anara!” She yelped, a distressed and surprised expression on her face- much different from her normal persona. That’s when the blonde’s words processed through the slow turning gears in Skidmore’s head, causing her to become stiff, awkward, and doing everything she could to avoid Anara’s gaze. A bit of panic tightened her chest as a weird feeling fluttered in her stomach, and she kept her back to the other to prevent any glances at her unusual facial expression.

“Warn me next time-”

Small chatter about miscellaneous topics went back and forth between the two girls. Skidmore behind the bar and Anara sitting on a stool. The blonde stated something rather goofy, causing Aries incarnate to snort and shake her head while fiddling with her black skirt like an impatient child. Lifting her head back up to say something else, her voice got caught in her throat as some customer leaned against the bar and started speaking to Anara.

Icy blue eyes rolled and drifted off, blocking out the conversation and shifting to her job. She placed the glass she had been cleaning with the rest, organizing them a bit and putting her rag. Her permanent glare glanced up at a reflective surface of some kind, seeing the man lifting his hand and trailing it down Anara’s arm slowly. Something feral ran up Skidmore’s spine and her head snapped around quickly, the most intense and angry fire in her eyes as she burned holes into the guy’s mug.

“Hey, prick. Get your beer gut, trash self away from my girlfriend.” She sneered, fully turning to the light drunkard as he realized her presence. The pinkette’s form seemed to have a fire of pure ill temper as she slowly stepped closer to the scum.

“Get out or I’ll shove my steel toed boot so far up your ass your doctor won’t have to stick his finger in there during your next prostate exam, because I’ll leave a whole big enough for him to see from a mile away- clear as day.” With that threat, he backed off and nearly ran out of the bar. 

“Have a nice fucking day!” She yelled after him, settling down and glancing at Anara before turning back to the beer glasses that needed cleaning.

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Anara stood there stiff as she watched the sight. Skidmore was drunk and laughing. She asked if she was okay but clearly, she wasn’t. Not even in the least. Walking towards her and dropping her purse on the bar stool, she tried to steal the bottle away. The counter was already covered in droplets of alcohol. Tommy would kill her if he found out she had wasted this much. Noting the bottle and brand, she made a mental note to go grab one from her parent’s own supply and explain what happened. Her father knew her to be responsible enough. 

“Skids, I think you’ve had enough!” she tugged at the bottle in her hand stand on the foot rest, leaning over the bar. She let go the girl’s grip too strong. Sighing, she went back to the storeroom and got the bucket. Anara knew the routine well enough. Growing up in a bar had it’s perks ad knowing your way around alcohol was one them. Filling it half up with cold water. She carried it outside ready if need be. Tossing her a bottle of water “Unless you want a cold bath, I suggest you stop drinking, now.” 

Her reactive timing might’ve been slowed, but not slow enough for Anara to just snatch the bottle from her. But the second time she did indeed get a grip on it, which caused Skidmore to pout and kneel behind the counter- mentally thinking that if she pulled the bottle she could just keep it, or some drunk logic. 

“’m names not Skids! ‘ts Skidmor-EH! ‘nd I can handle m’drink, child!” She retaliated, holding the bottle close like a child would with their teddy bear. 

“If you dump cold water on Tom-Tom’s floor, he’s gon’ floor you. Its special floor!” The girl lifted a finger, pointing it dramatically at the bucket and down at the floor. 

“I’ll protect th’floor from the bucke-d show’r!” She declared, slowly bending down to lay on her belly on the floor. 

“No need.. Fear, Skidmor-EH is heerre!”

Icy hues stared over a bare shoulder, followed by a raised eyebrow and fingers continuing to work at the shirt’s buttons. 

“What are you, five? Anara if you’ve got beef with me changing behind closed doors while you’re in the same room, then get out. No one’s tellin’ you to stay in here.” She grumbled, rolling her eyes and stripped herself of the striped bartender shirt.

“Some fellas were having a bull session over some corner Dumb Dora and got over excited. Dumped a whole pint of rum on my shirt.” Skidmore was rather pissed, but that was nothing new. Yanking out a new shirt from the closet, this one just solid white, she slipped her arms through the sleeves and faced the blonde. 

“Don’t you have a show in a bit you should be getting ready for?”

// meme //

Skidmore had closed the bar that night and had finished about an hour ago- or it might have been longer, she was too intoxicated to even consider counting how many drinks she had downed. She had a bottle of one of her favorite alcohols, Rye Whiskey, nearly all gone by the time she reacted to the footsteps that neared her. The bar was heavily leaned on as she tried to keep herself supported, otherwise she’d probably just slump to the ground and sleep there. Familiar blonde hair came into her glassy eyed view and she snorted a bit at the words Anara uttered, she had asked if Skidmore was, ‘okay.’

“Drunk. I’m drunk.” The pinkette slurred, trying to spin her shot glass but ultimately failing and just knocking it over. Sitting it up right, she poured another shot and downed it- thinking for a moment as to what the point of the glass was even for when she could just drink from the bottle. 

“Tommy-Boy’s away on’uh trip. Tol’ me jus’ t’uh keep th’ bar closed aft’r today, so ‘m treatin’ m’self to some alcohol ‘cause I deserve it. Got this one off the fancy shelf, Amaretto’s fancy.” She lifted the bottle, swishing it around before squinting at it.

“When.. Did I ge’ whiskey?” The girl had been drinking it the whole time, but once again- she was wasted. Then something happened that Anara would probably never see again- Skidmore’s head jerked back and a laugh belted out. Yep, she’s drunk.

Anara pushed her lips together into a pout. “You know as well as I do that I am only marrying that boob so they can keep the speakeasy for themselves. Honestly, if I knew this place and my parents were safe I’d disappear. Who’d willingly marry Marvin Kasper?” She rolled her eyes, walking with Skidmore to the back booth, it had curtains on it for privacy so she could slip out of this gaudy dress without causing a scene. “And you know why I have to wear this thing. Pops says it brings in top dollar to look your best.”

Closing the curtains, she slipped out of the dress, shimming out of it and placed it on the end of the long u-shaped bench. She sat down in her slip, patting the spot near her. “It’s a nice place to nap. Don’t you think? Nice and quiet and the staff won’t say anything since I’m the big boss’s daughter.” She winked at Skidmore, stretching across the seat then she curled up into a ball, falling soundly asleep.

Her right shoulder shifted slightly and her head tilted, a movement hinting she was shrugging off something mentally- maybe jealousy? The fact Anara was marrying the gangster irked Skidmore so much, she secretly just wished she could take the little blonde away from all this gang activity so she could live peacefully. But of course life wasn’t that easy.

“You still look better without the flapper gear.” She muttered, leaning against the wall of the booth and glancing away a bit when Anara started to undress. Her blue hues didn’t roll over till the other spoke, looking over just in time to catch the wink. For a second her facial features showed a surprised, flustered expression but she quickly recovered with a glance away and a cough. She stood there until the performer was out cold, eventually raising a brow and sitting beside the resting body. 

“I think the, ‘big boss,’ doesn’t give you enough breaks.” Skidmore grumbled under her breath, lifting an oddly gentle hand to move some of Anara’s blonde strands behind her ear.

Skidmore rolled her eyes and popped a hip, sticking a hand in her pocket. 

“’m sure your boob of a boyfriend could take care of the repairs.” She answered bluntly, raising a brow in annoyance- though there was a bit of an apologetic look in her eyes. That’s the way it always was with her, her face always showed, ‘I’m pissed off,’ but her eyes said something different- usually. Her expression softened slightly as Anara took her hand, a tingle of warmth making her heart skip a beat. Her laugh caused Skidmore’s face to soften a bit more, before her eyes rolled again and she scoffed. 

“You look pretty without the giddup.” The words were spoken in a soft grumble, like she didn’t want to say it- but it was definitely a compliment to the dame.