How she ended up here, she had no clue.

One minute she was in a club, the next she was squished in a booth with her drunk friend and a guy who was too interested in her. The restaurant they were in was gross. Definitely not a good place for a double date, maybe not even for eating. None of them seemed to mind though, Ruto and Strich were too occupied with each other mouths, and Groose with his story about who knows what. Zelda mentally slapped herself for letting this happen. She should've been more stern, she should've just walked out of the club. But the thought of leaving her friend in the hands of two strange dudes made her queasy.

So for Ruto, Zelda set aside her dread and went with them.

Plus downing shots at the club really helps you ignore how annoying people are.

"I punched the guy so hard it knocked him unconscious. His two friends practically peed their pants when they saw what I did to him. But I wouldn't let those two puss- "

"Oh hey waiters here!" Zelda quirked, trying to get Groose to just stop talking. For one second.

"Hello, welcome to Bazaar. I'm Impa, I'll be your server today. Are you guys ready for drinks?"

Zelda did a double take. The waiter was a tall, muscular sheikah woman with braided gray hair and a red tattoo crossing her right eye. She only looked a few years older than Zelda. Her red eyes connected with Zelda's blue ones and the Hylian froze. None of them subconsciously knew what they were doing, staring at the other as if it was totally normal to stare at someone without speaking for more than two seconds. The sheikah was striking and had a bold, badass aura, something Zelda wished she had. Despite looking at her for the first time it felt like she knew her. Somewhere, somehow she had met her.

Ok Zelda maybe you had a little too much to drink, do sober people think they know people that they've never seen before. Probably not.

"Well, are you going to order anything?" the waiter said coolly, eyeing Zelda as if she had horns. Then Zelda realize where she was and stifled a frustrated cry. Oh goddesses Zelda, you wanted to leave so bad, you started daydreaming!

And she managed to humiliate herself and creep out the waiter. greeeeeeeat.

Ruto and Stritch didn't even look up, still downing each other's spit.

Groose glared at the tired looking waiter, oblivious to the staring contest Zelda and her just had. Probably just pissed someone interrupted his story. The waiter, Impa (that was her name right?) glared right back. Obviously not intimidated by the husky man.

"You interrupted my awesome story" Groose garbled drunkenly.

The waiter narrowed her blood colored eyes and crossed her toned arms, I mean dammmn (Zelda couldn't tell if that was the alcohol talking). "Well you can say your story outside if you're not going to order anything." by her voice, Zelda could tell she meant every word.

"Waders-" Zelda garbled quickly and suddenly pause at her own words "Waters all around." She corrected hoping that the waiter didn't hear the first time she tried to order. Through her make out session Ruto glared at her for ordering waters but Zelda didn't care. Have you looked at them? No one needs another drink, except maybe Zelda herself.

Impa raise her eyebrows and walked off. Zelda could tell she was already tired of serving them.

Zelda slouched into the booth and glared at Groose.

"What?! Don't believe my story?"

This time Zelda didn't stifle her frustrated groan. She should have never let Ruto convince her to go clubbing with her.

Zelda held Groose's gaze. "I have to go to the bathroom" she said curtly.

"What d'you think those people are doing here?" Midna queried while pouring herself some tequila. Midna worked in the bar area of the restaurant, which to her meant free drinks when the boss wasn't around, hell even if Yuga was here Midna still probably would've pour herself a drink. The sassy take-no-shit Twili really doesn't care if she gets fired from this crappy job. Carelessness, something Impa wished she had but also glad she doesn't. Impa can't afford to be careless, she needs this job. Not to say Midna isn't passionate. The Twili is very passionate about things that interest her and that's important to her life, but if it's irrelevant to her , she really doesn't give a damn.

Impa shrugged, quite clueless at what those customers were doing here herself. Hardly anyone who doesn't live in the slums comes to dine here. The group of expensive dressed people definitely did not blend in.

"I don't know and I don't care. They look like they have money, so they might actually give me a decent tip." Impa said bluntly. Impa glance across the room and spotted the red-haired man. Maybe a decent tip isn't worth serving that idiot.

Midna smirked and took a sip of tequila "It's all about that money".

Impa lips quirked in amusement. "Maybe you'd make more if you did your damn job." Impa jabbed playfully.

Midna put her glass down and rolled her crimson eyes. "Bleh, I'm good. Besides, look who's talking aren't you suppose to be serving drinks and shit?"

"Touche."

And with that Impa left her spunky friend to do her job.

Impa was heading toward the kitchen when she caught that ridiculous looking red-haired man sneaking into the girls bathroom.

What the fuck is he doing!?

Impa angrily marched to the girls bathroom. Already fucking tired of seeing that man.

Disgusted and angry thoughts filled her mind as she stormed in the bathroom, but her simmering mind immediately turned off when she saw why he came into the girl bathroom.

The man-no, pig was holding the blonde hylian she encountered earlier tightly. The young woman was squirming in his bear hug, desperately trying to rip his lips off hers. A muffled scream was heard when the his large hands gripped her ass. The woman mindlessly kneed him in the crotch and scurried away from him in fear. When the pig fell while clutching his manhood, the woman desperately grab a air freshener that Fi put in there to make cleaning the bathrooms a little less horrible. She threw her weapon, hitting him right on the head. The pig growled baring his ugly yellow teeth eyeing the fast thinking girl with a hungry gleam.

Something fired in Impa. She felt something ooze open in her chest, dark and hateful and spreading like an oil spill. Red hot disgusted anger filled her blood, as she balled her first. She couldn't control it. She couldn't control herself when she gripped the drunken pervert shoulders stopping his march to the blonde woman and threw him at the door sending him tumbling out of the restroom.

Impa suck in breath, shock at her own strength and impulses, the younger woman behind let out a quiet gasp as well. However before she can utter an apology, the hylian jumps back and with an angry yell, flinging himself at the Sheikah.

Impa had no choice to retaliate, but she didn't mean to retaliate that hard...

She most certainly couldn't control herself after he threw his fist at her. Impa ducked swiftly , filled by disgust and anger, with unnatural speed, she managed to knock him on his back. She quickly straddled him not allowing him to escape. Impa swore she was gonna stop then, but nooooo the red-haired hylian just had to spit on her didn't he? Blood and mucus stung Impa's left eye. That little trick he pulled, triggered something in Impa and she continuously beat him mercilessly.

It was a rather a quick fight, Impa thought the man's performance was awfully pathetic.

She really couldn't control herself.

She could hear people's screams, she could hear the whimpers from the pathetic fleshbag under her. She didn't care, the thought of men like him shitting on everybody without any consequences drove her to the brink of madness as she blindly swung her first at him. People like him who walk and talk like they're...superior.

Soon what felt like millions of strong hands on her, pulling her away from the husky hylian. The sheikah madly squirmed out of their grip. Everyone saw it. Everyone looked at her the same way, a mix of horror and shock. Link somehow was in front of her, his face consorted in bewilderment and fear. His words high-pitched and panicky not like him at all, well...maybe just a little. All the other waiters were freaking out as well, a chorus of "What the hell?!" and "Why the fuck did you do that!" were thrown at Impa. Impa didn't know how to answer them.

Impa couldn't focus on anything, adrenaline still buzzed in her like a drug. Her heart hammered inside her chest. People's voices mashed together sounding like a storm. Impa couldn't take this, she impulsively snarled cruelly and shoved everyone out of her way. She ignored their yelling as she scrambled to the door.

I need some fresh air.

Her hands were trembling, something she hadn't noticed before. When the goddamn lighter didn't start working immediately, the final straw finally snapped in Impa's brain and she threw the piece of plastic on the ground, where it bounced off, a piece from the corner chipping. And if Impa hadn't been so goddamn desperate for a smoke, she wouldn't have swallowed her hurt pride and picked the thing off the ground.

She managed the shaking of her hands enough to get the lighter working, but nothing about the cigarette made anything better. She forced herself not to think of what happened, of what she...did.

Impa was tired, so freakin tired of life pushing her down. She guessed seeing men like that doing something horrible snapped something in her and she took all her frustration out on him. Even if he was a pig, it wasn't really fair that he became her punching bag because she needed something to vent all her vexation on. Her senses completely abandon her and that's what frightened her the most. What if she killed him? What if something like that happened again? None of her friends seemed to like her little episode. Impas heart dropped a little when she remembered their expressions. Afraid that she might have scared the only few friends she had.

well fuck, now they all think I'm a goddamn psychopath.

Too occupied with her thoughts Impa almost didn't hear the door creak open.

The hylian she thought of as odd at first and saved from the groping hands of a disgusting man stepped outside, closing the door softly.

Impa nearly dropped her cigarette, surprise to see her. The sheikah stared wide-eyed at her. The woman looked only a little bit younger than her. And oh my goddesses she was beautiful. Her sharp cheekbones, pointy ears, ruby lips, narrow face, pointed chin, bright blue eyes and long straight silky golden blonde hair made her look like a goddess herself. The hylian hugged herself and peered at Impa shyly.

Impa watched her thoroughly, still surprise to see her.

The blonde sighed and spoke "Thank you".

Impa barely comprehended what she said. This time she did drop her cigarette.

"What..?"

The woman rose her chin a little higher and gave her smile that melted Impa from the inside "For saving me from Groose." She shuddered slightly at his name "I don't know how far he would have gotten if you hadn't showed up. Thank you, really I'm glad you did came."

Impa took a half-step closer "You're not freaked out by what I did?"

The beautiful hylian shook her head, her blonde hair swishing back and forth like a gold river "What you what did was a little...harsh but I believe he kinda deserve it. Who knows how many women he's violated."

Impa's heart sped up a little, she couldn't help a tiny smile that tugged on her lips. "I'm glad I showed up to." She really was, Impa didn't want to think what would've happened to her if she didn't show up, screw the consequences, she was glad that she stop him from going any further.

A nice quiet moment lasted between them until Impa broke the silence.

"So..um what are you going to do now?"

"I guess I'll get a bab. Cab! I mean cab."

Impa nodded, for reasons she didn't know she felt disappointed that time with this girl will be short. Impa ignored her sudden disappointment and started home until she heard the hylian gasp sharply.

Impa whirled around "What?".

She was hastily digging in her purse, panic etched across her face "My wallet! It's gone! I'm must have lost it in the club when I accidently drop my purse! Oh no, oh noooo this is bad!" She look frantically around her surroundings as if finally knowing where she was, stuck in the slums. "And I accidently left my phone at my house so no one can pick me up and I really don't want to go back inside the restaurant to ask Ruto for help-"

"Hey" Impa firmly clasp her shoulders forcing the girl to look at her.

"It's going to be alright. I'll just pay for the cab- oh crap!" The hylian gave her a strange look, despite Impa's strong hold she still swayed a little from tipsiness.

Impa mentally slapped herself, the one day she forgot her wallet! "Well I can't pay for one right now because... I don't have my wallet on me." She look at her in wide eyes, hopelessness was read on all over her face.

Impa didn't like that look on her face. It made her feel like she failed. but at what? She didn't know, she just felt like she needed to do something.

No you don't Impa, you barely know her.

Shaking those irrational thoughts Impa raised the collar of her jacket. She couldn't help, She'd like to. She really would like to help the poor tipsy woman. It's just what is she's suppose to do? Let her spend the night? Heh sure, let the well dressed woman in your apartment, she definitely will be grateful.

Impa ignored the guiltiness spreading through her chest as she let go of the hylian. "I'm sorry but I have to go, it's getting late and..." Her mind failed to find a pathetic excuse to leave this poor woman all alone. The blonde woman eyes widened, frozen as if she was never rejected and put aside like she was not important before.

The guiltiness only spreaded more when Impa whirled round and started to the opposite direction. Her mind screamed at her for her heartless, but she ignore them. Ignore the voices Impa. You're not heartle-

Before she could finish her thought she felt small but firm hands clutching on her arm.

"What you're leaving me?! I can't be alone...I don't know where to go. Please don't make me go back into that filthy, awful restaurant. Oh please, please, pleaseee." The tipsy (ok maybe more than tipsy) woman sloppily begged. Impa tried to avoid her eyes, she tried to ignore her whimpering. Oh the goddesses, why her? Why out of all the people in the world she had to take a drunk woman to her crappy apartment.

The sheikah exasperated, sighed "What do you want me to do? Take your drunk as-... erm take you to my place?"

The woman looked up, her bright blue eyes glassy which only made Impa feel worse.

"Can you?"

"You want me to take you to my place, a complete stranger who lives in the slums. I might be a serial killer for all you know." What were they teaching rich people these day's? What happened to stranger danger? Impa was honest to goddesses worried about this chick, well... 30% worried 70% percent annoyed.

The hylian hiccupped, and smiled brightly, using Impa's strong arms to keep her on her feet.

"You don't even know my name!" Impa pushed trying to find some cynical in the woman. No person can be this trustworthy and kind, maybe because she was drunk? who knows.

The blonde hylian turned to face Impa and loosely cupped her shoulders, those blue eyes stared with a hint of.... playfulness? "Yaaaaaaaaassssss I do!" Oh yeah, there was definitely playfulness in her voice. Also did she just say yass?

Impa cringed, realizing that she did. shit she does .

"Ok, well I don't even know your name." The sheikah rolled her eyes, patience wearing thin for the beautiful woman.

"Zelda."

The woman stared at each other each coming from completely different backgrounds, one skeptical, one blissfully drunk. In the end Impa couldn't say no, she surrendered to her conscious, she surrendered to the pretty face, to the silky voice. Once again Zelda got her way Impa mused.