[ This guy can’t take a hint, huh. ]
The presence of the stranger next to her was beginning to grate on Red, evident in the annoyance settling itself against her features. He had been adamant on winning her affections, despite the fact the woman clearly had no interest; her attention focused solely on the glass of wine in her hand. She’d had a long day already, and this was her attempt find a peaceful end to everything.. but his constant, drunken chatter didn’t seem like it was going to stop any time soon.
[ He’s not even listening to me. I’ve told him to piss off how many times now? ] the Transistor’s aggravated voice spoke up in between the other’s unwanted flirtations, leaning against Red’s chair at the bar she sat at. Unfortunately, the stranger either couldn’t hear her weapon, or didn’t believe he was hearing things-- and she had no other way to tell him to leave her alone..
But it seemed he was tired of being ignored; a hand suddenly shooting out to grab at her wrist, knocking the glass of wine from her hand. Red’s eyes shot up; icy blue glaring at the man as she attempted to yank her hand back from him. If they weren’t in a closed space, she would have already had the Transistor knock him over on the floor; but what if defending herself only hurt the bystanders around her?
[ Hey! Let go of her, you son of a-- ! ]
( ;△ @mantledhero )
