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"Tyr." Harper smiled weakly. "Now, sweetie don't be cross, the nice man was just leaving." Tyr growled some more. Harper's would be suitor made himself scarce. Tyr took his seat. "Sweetie?" He said, giving the word a depth of meaning. Harper licked his lips nervously. "Had to make it look authentic, big guy."
Loud swing music reverberated through the bar. Harper perked up a little. He looked hopefully at Tyr. "Do not even think it Harper." "Aw Tyr," Harper whined. "Please." Tyr shook his head. "I'll dance with you cutie pie." Harper's suitor had returned and he'd brought some friends.
22
"Tyr." Harper swallowed, audibly. Tyr folded his arms. "Go, dance with your friend, girl. I have a headache." The Nietzschean looked at the little group. 'Insatiable.' He mouthed.
The suitor grinned. This was promising. He grabbed Harper dragging him on to the tiny dance floor. Things would have been better if Harper hadn't tried to lead.
His partner looked at him suspiciously. Harper laughed nervously. "I practice with my sister," he muttered.
The man's hand slid down until it was resting on Harper's bottom. He pinched, hard. Harper squeaked and instinctively swung a punch. His assailant hit the floor, poleaxed.
23
One of the fallen man's friends grabbed Harper from behind, dislodging the engineer's 'bust'. She's a he." He yelled.
All Hell broke loose. Harper's outraged attacker started to squeeze the young human's ribs. Harper yelped in pain and kicked out as hard as he could, catching another of the friends on the shins.
Tyr surveyed the scene. He sighed, he'd promised to return Harper undamaged. He waded in and picked up the kicked man. He threw him over the bar. There was a loud crash and the noise of glass breaking.
"Harper, " he shouted. "You will pay for this."
24
Once Tyr had entered the fight most of the combatants seemed to lose all interest in it.
Several of them left the bar in a hurry.
Harper and Tyr were more than holding their own when the door burst open and a large group of women entered.
"There they are," screeched a very large woman brandishing what looked like a baseball bat.
Tyr and Harper looked at each other. "Run." They said simultaneously.
Harper kicked off the heeled boots and ran like a hare, through the group of women and out of the door. Tyr was a heartbeat behind him.
25
Out of the frying pan into the fire. There was another large group of women in front of the bar.
Harper dramatically ripped off the duct tape strapping the socks to his chest. The effect was spoiled a little by his howl of anguish as he also removed a substantial amount of skin.
"I give up, come and get me and do your worst."
The women advanced. "We don't want you." A very attractive blonde simpered. "We want tall, dark and gorgeous."
Harper noticed that his name had been crossed out on the banners. He looked at Tyr and smirked.
"Tyr." Harper smiled weakly. "Now, sweetie don't be cross, the nice man was just leaving." Tyr growled some more. Harper's would be suitor made himself scarce. Tyr took his seat. "Sweetie?" He said, giving the word a depth of meaning. Harper licked his lips nervously. "Had to make it look authentic, big guy."
Loud swing music reverberated through the bar. Harper perked up a little. He looked hopefully at Tyr. "Do not even think it Harper." "Aw Tyr," Harper whined. "Please." Tyr shook his head. "I'll dance with you cutie pie." Harper's suitor had returned and he'd brought some friends.
22
"Tyr." Harper swallowed, audibly. Tyr folded his arms. "Go, dance with your friend, girl. I have a headache." The Nietzschean looked at the little group. 'Insatiable.' He mouthed.
The suitor grinned. This was promising. He grabbed Harper dragging him on to the tiny dance floor. Things would have been better if Harper hadn't tried to lead.
His partner looked at him suspiciously. Harper laughed nervously. "I practice with my sister," he muttered.
The man's hand slid down until it was resting on Harper's bottom. He pinched, hard. Harper squeaked and instinctively swung a punch. His assailant hit the floor, poleaxed.
23
One of the fallen man's friends grabbed Harper from behind, dislodging the engineer's 'bust'. She's a he." He yelled.
All Hell broke loose. Harper's outraged attacker started to squeeze the young human's ribs. Harper yelped in pain and kicked out as hard as he could, catching another of the friends on the shins.
Tyr surveyed the scene. He sighed, he'd promised to return Harper undamaged. He waded in and picked up the kicked man. He threw him over the bar. There was a loud crash and the noise of glass breaking.
"Harper, " he shouted. "You will pay for this."
24
Once Tyr had entered the fight most of the combatants seemed to lose all interest in it.
Several of them left the bar in a hurry.
Harper and Tyr were more than holding their own when the door burst open and a large group of women entered.
"There they are," screeched a very large woman brandishing what looked like a baseball bat.
Tyr and Harper looked at each other. "Run." They said simultaneously.
Harper kicked off the heeled boots and ran like a hare, through the group of women and out of the door. Tyr was a heartbeat behind him.
25
Out of the frying pan into the fire. There was another large group of women in front of the bar.
Harper dramatically ripped off the duct tape strapping the socks to his chest. The effect was spoiled a little by his howl of anguish as he also removed a substantial amount of skin.
"I give up, come and get me and do your worst."
The women advanced. "We don't want you." A very attractive blonde simpered. "We want tall, dark and gorgeous."
Harper noticed that his name had been crossed out on the banners. He looked at Tyr and smirked.