#thread| brielle

Abel was at some shit-lame party, he would’ve thought a keg of beer, some pot, and other illegal activities would’ve made it more interesting. But honestly? He was bored and a bit stoned. Whoever brought the weed got ripped off because it was duller than a freshmen's manicure. So, he went to go fill up his solo cup with some more beer when he saw a particular sight. A gorgeous girl being hit on by a guy, but not appreciating it at all. Granted what did she think coming here dressed like that? It was when Abel saw the guy forcing her onto him that he felt something stir in his lower stomach. Anger. Or maybe not anger, but the adrenaline rush he got before he usually hit something, or in this case, someone. Shoving his way through the crowd he heard the girl once again say ‘No.’ and that was it. With ease, he slipped between the two and Abel knocked the guy to the ground with a swift punch to the corner of his jaw. A chosen move he’d learned a while ago when coming to hit someone who wasn't paying attention. A few swift kicks to the ribs he leaned down, picking up the asshole by the collar of his shirt and he pinned him to the wall. “Pretty sure she fucking said, ‘no’ asshole.” He spits through his teeth, his knuckles red from the pure strength he used but it didn’t matter. The poor bastards lip was split and he didn’t even fight back as much as Abel would’ve liked.. Whatever. “Come near her again, and I’ll fucking make sure you can’t use that pathetic excuse for a dick ever again.” With that, he pushed the guy into the crowd that was surrounding them, and Abel turned to find the damsel in distress. “You alright, darlin’?” He questioned, using the whiteness of his t-shirt to wipe the other guy's blood off his hand.