The three men entered and went straight to the bar. She was sitting by her usual table, watching them. She could tell right away that they wouldn't cause much of a problem. She had always been fast at knowing people's true colours after watching them a few seconds. These guys were just out to have a good time, not to be a problem in someone's ass. She relaxed.

"Three beers," one of the men said.

The bartender handed three beers over to them. They were standing at the bar, looking around, scanning the room. Eventually they noticed her. She wasn't what you usually saw in the magazines. She was a bit chubby. She was wearing black leather pants and a black, detailed corsage with strings all the way down in both sides. It was a bit low cut, not too much, but she had big breasts and they really showed in that corsage. Her hair was dark brown and her eyes dark green. She was wearing a spiked choker around her throat.

"Mmm, a metal girl," the shortest of the men said to his friends.

He was a metalhead himself and he liked what he saw.

"We should go over there," the one with the shortest hair said, sending a sassy smile in her direction.

She didn't repay it. She just kept watching them.

"Don't go there," the bartender suddenly said.

They all looked at him.

"Why not?" The shortest guy asked.
"No one messes with her. Many have tried and they have all failed," he answered.
"Is she an ice queen?" The last of the three men asked.
"Let me put it this way. If you wanna be sure that you can make babies in the future, you don't try to touch her," the bartender answered.
"Uh..." The sassy one said, grabbing his balls.
"So you're saying she alone can take on the three of us?" The metal guy asked.
"I'm saying that no matter what, my money is always on her," the bartender said.
"Hmm... a challenge," the sassy one said and rubbed his hands together.

He took a step forward but was stopped by the third guy.

"Don't. If she's as tough as he says, you're the last one of the three of us to try and make contact with her. I'll go," he said.

She saw him approaching. She didn't take her eyes off him. He sat on the chair across from her.

"Hello, my name is Roman and those two are Seth and Dean," he said while pointing out his friends.

She didn't answer. She just kept staring at him.

"We were wondering if you would like some company. We can't help but notice you're all alone and we thought that might be boring," he said.
"I'm not bored," she said in a non-caring tone.
"Okay... But still... You wanna join us for a drink?" He asked.
"No thanks," she answered.
"Okay then, I'll leave you to it. Have a nice evening," he said, stood up and walked over to his friends again.
"Ice queen," was the only thing he said.

They laughed and went to sit at a table. She watched around the room for a while. Nothing was going on this evening. She went to stand up and walked to the bar.

"The usual?" The bartender asked.

She nodded. He put ice in a glass and poured her a cinnamon whiskey. She grabbed the glass. Just as she was about to take a sip, the door opened and six men entered. She watched them for a couple of seconds and then put down her drink again.

"Trouble," she said to the bartender.

They went to a table. Five of the men sat down but the last one had noticed her in the bar. He walked over to her.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing alone in a place like this?" He asked.
"Well, I was trying to ignore you but you're making it kind of hard for me," she answered.

He looked pissed off.

"Don't act like you got any other choises in here. I'm the only one even willing to look at you," he said and grabbed her arm.

She pushed his arm away and grabbed his balls, squeezing them tight. He howled in pain.

"I don't care how many choices I have. I'm not choosing you," she said.
"Okay okay, I'm sorry, please let go," he begged.

She gave a last squeeze and then let go.

"Bitch," he muttered and turned around to walk away.

Roman, Seth and Dean were chuckling at their table. It was hard to keep the laugh within but they tried their hardest as he walked pass their table. He slammed his hands down onto their table.

"What the hell are you ugly sons of bitches laughing at?" He yelled.
"Nothing. It's all good," Roman answered.
"Are you fags?" He asked.
"No, we're brothers," Dean answered, not letting himself being provoked by this guy.
"You don't look like brothers although you're equal ugly. That one looks like a half breed. Is your mother a black bitch or something?" He asked while pointing at Roman.

Roman got mad and stood up fast. His chair got knocked over.

"Don't talk about my family," he said angry.
"What are you gonna do, boy? You can't do shit," the man said.

Roman clenched his fists and was about to launch at the man. Seth and Dean were fast at their feet, holding him back.

"Don't, Roman. He's not worth it," Seth said.
"Come on, let the poor kid try," the man said.

Roman tried getting out of his friends' gribs but they wouldn't let him start a fight.

No one saw her coming. Her fist connected with the guy's jaw, knocking him down to the ground. Two of his friends were fast at their feet running towards her. She ran towards them as well, jumped up on a chair and onto a table, making them run pass her by accident and placing themselves between her and the three guys. One of the men turned around. She jumped down from the table and threw her fist full force into his face on her way down. He went down as well. The other guy turned around and faced her. She could hear the last three of their friends were getting up from their seats behind her as well. She looked over the guy's shoulder at Roman, Dean and Seth and slightly nodded. Seth and Dean let go off Roman's arms and he charged full force into the guy between them. It was at the same time she felt someone grab her choker, pulling it, choking her. Seth and Dean came running and threw themselves at two of the guys behind her while she turned around and took on the guy pulling her choker. It was a brawl like no other.

She was amazed to see the three guys could fight and they were just as amazed by her fighting skills. They fought together, four vs six, and they came out on top. They finally got all six men to retreat out of the place.

"Holy shit," Seth said while trying to catch his breath.

She didn't say anything. She just walked to her drink that was still on the counter. She emptied it. The guys walked over to her. Dean was holding a hand on his ribs.

"Are you okay?" Roman asked.
"The question is more if you're okay?" She asked back.
"I'll be fine," Dean answered behind Roman's back.
"You throw a good punch," Roman said.
"Thanks," she said.

The bartender put three beers and a cinnamon whiskey in front of them.

"On the house," he said.

She took the drink and emptied it, then turned to face the guys again.

"You better find another place to drink in the future," she said.
"Why?" Seth asked.
"They're gonna come back and they're gonna be prepared next time," she answered.
"What about you?" Roman asked.
"I'll manage," she answered.
"You need us to protect you," Dean said, giving her a sassy smile.
"Were you just here? I'm pretty sure I protected you to begin with," she said.
"Come on, doll, give me a break here. I just took five punches to my ribs because of you," he said.
"What did you expect? That I end up in your bed tonight to say thank you?" She asked.
"I wouldn't complain if you did," he answered.
"You'll have more luck turning a straight man gay than to get me into your bed," she said.

Roman and Seth chuckled. She turned to face Roman.

"You, on the other hand. I could see myself in your bed someday," she said and tapped his cheek.

They all went silent. No one had expected those words to come out. She pushed pass them and walked to the door.

"Bye boys," she yelled over her shoulder as she exited the place.
"I think you just melted the ice queen," Seth said.