Roman, Seth and Dean were hanging out at a bar, enjoying a night out, drinking, having fun. It was a small place but there were plenty of people in there. Roman was standing with his back towards the entrance so he didn't notice the woman storming in. Dean looked over Roman's shoulder and wrinkled his eyebrows as he saw her. Roman was just about to turn his head when a woman stumbled right next to him. He helped her up.
"Shit, shit," was all she said.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
She looked up at him. He noticed her lip was busted and a small trace of blood was running from the curve of her mouth. He was just about to say something when she looked towards the entrance and got a look of panic over her face. She threw herself towards him, curling up against his chest, clearly trying to hide behind his big body.
"Please hide me," she whispered.
He stood still but turned his head to look over his shoulder.
"Brown hair, blue cap, white jacket?" He asked as he looked at the man standing in the door.
"Yes. Don't tell him I'm here," she whispered.
He felt her shake against his body. By reflex he put one arm around her as to shield her a little better. The man in the door looked around but quickly left again.
"He's gone now," he said to her.
She pushed her way out of his arm and looked over his shoulder to make sure.
"Thank you," she said.
He looked at her busted lip.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah yeah, it's nothing," she said.
"Doesn't look like nothing. Let's clean it up a bit. Come with me," he said.
She was about to protest but he gently grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the toilets in the back.
"I can't go in there," she said as he was about to open the door to the men's room.
"Fine," he said and went to the women's room.
"You can't go in there," she said.
"Watch me," he said and opened the door.
She followed him inside. No one was in there. The light was brigther in the bathroom than out in the bar and he could see her face clearly now. He found her pretty. A shame that someone had hurt that pretty face like that.
He took a towel and let the water run down on it. He put it to her lip. She made a hissing sound as he touched her.
"Does it hurt?" He asked.
"Yeah," she answered.
"So I take it the man from before did this to you," he said.
She didn't answer. She just looked down, feeling ashamed. He didn't push on with his questions. He knew he was out of line as he didn't know her.
"There, that's the best I can do," he said and put the towel down.
She looked in the mirror. Her lip was still busted and hurt like hell but at least he had gotten the blood off her face.
"Thank you," she said.
"Anytime. Well, not anytime. I really don't like seeing a pretty face hurt like that but you know what I mean," he said and smiled.
She blushed as he called her pretty.
"I'm Roman, by the way," he said.
"I'm Yasmin," she said.
"Care to join me and my guys for a drink, Yasmin? I'm buying," he said.
"Oh, I really shouldn't," she said.
"Forget what you should and should not. Do you want to?" He asked.
She thought about it for a few seconds.
"Okay," she said.
They walked back out into the bar.
"Guys, this is Yasmin. Yasmin, this is Seth and Dean," Roman said as he introduced them to each other.
Seth and Dean greeted her. She could see they looked at her lip but she was just glad that they didn't ask her any questions about it.
"What are you having?" Roman asked her.
She was just about to answer as the door opened again and he entered the bar again. She didn't have time to hide behind Roman again. Roman saw the scared look on her face and he turned around to face the man in the blue cap.
The man walked over to them and put on a fake smile.
"There you are, honey. I've been looking all over for you," he said.
She was shaking, not able to say anything.
"I think she wants to stay lost," Roman said.
"That's not really up to her or you," the man said.
Roman pushed his chest up and rolled a little with his muscles, clearly trying to intimidate the man. Yasmin stepped between the two. She didn't want a fight to break out. She had no doubt this stranger Roman probably could and would take out her boyfriend but she didn't wanna see it happen. Not here, not now, not ever.
"Thank you again," she said to Roman, then turned around to her boyfriend. "Let's go, Carlos."
Carlos sent Roman a triumphant smile.
"Yes, let's go," he said, more to Roman than to her.
Roman grabbed her arm.
"You don't have to go with him," he said in a low voice to her.
"Yes I do," she said.
He let go off her arm and she walked out of the bar with Carlos. He watched her disappear, the turned around to face Seth and Dean again.
"You can't save them all," Seth said.
Roman rolled his eyes at Seth.
"It wasn't about saving her," Roman said.
"What was it about then?" Seth asked.
"I don't know," Roman said, then grabbed his beer and emptied it.
How could he say what it was about when he wasn't sure himself? She was a complete stranger and yet he had felt something in the bathroom as he had cleaned her face. Maybe it was just a feeling of wanting to protect her or maybe it was just the beers talking. He wasn't sure.
