A/N: Enjoy
She thoroughly wipes the glass clean with her dish rag before neatly placing it onto its correct shelf. Faora always felt comfort in washing dishes. Maybe it was the thought of washing the Earth's troubles away; rinsing the little pests down the drain to never be seen again. She sometimes wished the soapy bubbles were these self-absorbed peasants called homo sapiens. The humans did little to change her violent thoughts of wanting to kill them all, snap their fragile little necks.
"Faye!" Faora snaps out of her fantasies when hearing the southern accent.
"My goodness girl! Didn't ya hear me callin' you?" Her fellow blonde bartender places a hand on her tiny hip and shakes her head, causing her blonde ringlets to bounce.
"Look what you and did!" Faora slowly looks down at her hands to see she has broken the glass cup.
"It would appear I have broken another cup," she states curtly. "My apologies Cassidy." Cassidy raises her eyebrows, hand still at her hip.
"There's broken glass everywhere damn, and not a cut on your pearly little skin!" Faora tries hard not kill her right then and there. This woman is incredibly loud and annoying.
"I will deal with the mess I've made," she replies quietly. She is about to enter the storage room for a broom and dustpan when she sees it's locked. While a locked door has never stopped her before, Faora turns back for a key.
"Please, please." She freezes upon hearing a small whimper. Although it has taken Faora sometime to adapt to Earth's atmosphere, her hearing is still quite superior and she listens intently.
"Please don't do this…Kyle please I'll give you the money!" If she is not mistaken, the human phrase, A Damsel in Distress, applies to this situation.
"You little bitch," she hears a deeper voice growl. Faora is not well educated in Earth's language but she is sure the term 'bitch' is not kind.
She walks swiftly to the locked door, and quickly, almost instantly, rips it off its hinges. The girl screams and the man's eyes are wide in shock.
There is a moment of silence as Faora eyes the two humans. The man has his meaty fingers wrapped around the woman's throat and his other hand is up her shirt. Faora recognizes her as one of the bartenders. She has dark red hair in a frazzled mess and her eyes are filled with tears.
"What the hell are you doing here? Scram or I'll fuck you too!" he growls. Faora's icy blue orbs flash at this man's bravery.
"It would appear you intend on harming this young female," she states calmly. The red-head stares at Faora in desperation.
"I will ask you once, and only once to let her alone." The man has a scruff beard and beady black eyes.
"The hell are you going to do if I don't?" he snaps but tosses the woman to the floor. He storms up to her ready to strike.
"Why don't you take your ass back to the kitchen?" Faora sees his next move and reacts quickly. In a blur, her palm is in front of her face and his fist crunches against it. He cries out in agony and she twists his arm behind his back, shoving him against the wall, face first.
"I would advise you leave," she said in the same chill tone.
"You broke my fucking hand!"
"If you are to touch me or her again, you die. Is this understood?"
"Oh my god Faye," the redhead whispers. She ignores her.
"What on God's earth is going on back here?" Cassidy's voice rings.
"This man had intentions of harming Amber," she explained simply and tucked a stray piece of black hair behind her ear.
"Kyle, get your ass outa my bar!" Cassidy orders and the man scurries out. She sees the unhinged door lying on the floor and sighs.
"Good god Amber. The things you get yourself into." Amber stands shakily and turns to Faora.
"Th-thank you Faye," she stammers. Faora nods her welcome, grabs the broom and says, "Now if you'll please excuse me. I have a mess to clean."