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it  comes  with  the  territory  of  working  at  a  dingy  dive  of  a  bar.  the  advances  and  comments  that  would  make  a  sane  person’s  skin  crawl,   but  truthfully,  ren  had  grown  rather  desensitized  to  it  all.  that  is  until  she  is  walking  around  the  bar,  and  one  hand  reaches  out  to  touch  her.  reflex  acts  for  her,   and  she  grabs  the  hand  just  inches  from  her  bare  skin,   and  twists  the  stranger’s  arm.  down  he  caves  to  his  knees,  groaning  out  in  pain  and  spewing  pet  names  and  an  apology.  she  looks  at  him.   “  so  not  your  doll  face.  “     she  mutters,  dropping  his  hand  and  stepping  away  from  him.

mateo acts on impulse, maybe it.. it was the fact some creep was harassing a fellow gang member, who knew? but he sees the sight and finishes off his beer, immediately moving to join her side. there’s a string of cuss words that escape him in spanish, and he kicks the guy in the face out of frustration. ‘’--you good?’’ mateo mumbles, turning to look at her.

‘‘nah dude, i’m an early riser. don’t sleep much these days, but there’s coffee... and shit on the stove if y’want.’‘ he motions to the stove while taking a from his cup. 

              small framed brunette makes her way down the sidewalk, well aware of the following footsteps behind her. steps continue as she turns into the nearing alley, turning swiftly on her heels and aiming her now exposed blade at the other, not quite registering their features. ❝ what the fuck do you think you’re doing ?? ❞ 

just as fast as her weapon is drawn, he draws his own as well-- aiming it at her with a shake of his head. ‘’WATCHIN’ you, mari. i know you can take care of yourself, but-- ‘s not gon’ stop me from bein’ your brother.’’

Lora Mathis, If There’s A Way Out I’ll Take It (via thequotejournals)