The wreck room was literally a 'wreck' room. There were a ton of guys just
lounging around doing basically nothing. Over in the corner there was a
pool table, with four guys playing with one stick. The TV and radio were
broken, probably from when people smashed into them during fights. It was
pretty pathetic.
As I walked into the room, almost everyone turned to stare at me. By now they had all heard that I had come, so it wasn't like it was a complete surprise to them, but I guess they just wanted to check me out to see if I was really there or not. Like Magnet, damn him.
"Whoa, I want a piece of that!" one kid yelled out in the silence.
"Come over here and give me what I want!" another kid shouted.
"Hell I ain't seen an ass like that since I came out of my mama!"
"Fuck off!" I replied, pissed off at them for acting so immature. I mean, I expected it, but I didn't like it one it.
One punk with greasy hair walked over and put his arms around my waist and started to kiss my neck. "Take me all the way, bitch," he whispered in my ear.
I flipped out; my arms were flailing. I couldn't break his grasp around me. Everyone was laughing at my struggle, until I brought my leg up behind me and hit him in the nuts with my heel. He yelped in pain and let go of me. I turned around and slapped him wicked hard (like I had with Squid before), and then started punching him the stomach until he fell to the ground. He stayed there, moaning in pain. I kicked him one last time before backing away from him, panting.
"Yo, look here! Dusty got beat up by a girl!" one kid yelled out. The whole room started laughing at him and yelling out other insults. One kid, probably the leader of another tent, came up to me.
"Well, I can't blame you for beating the shit outta him. Dusty here's in for harassment, if ya know what I mean. Anyway, don't try anything like that again, or you might get some serious injuries. My boys don't like being showed up by a wimpy girl. Ya catch my drift?"
"No actually. I'll have you know I can take care of myself perfectly well. I could take your boys on any day, and win. You got that? I'm not some 'wimpy' southern belle who can't defend herself and is afraid of breaking a nail. I grew up on the city streets. I could put any one of you in a hospital bed for days. I've done it before, and I'll do it again if I havta. Ya get my drift?"
"Woah, back off girl. I don't want nothing bad happening to you when it shouldn't happen at all."
"What?!" I screeched. I slapped I\him in blind fury. Why was everyone underestimating me because I was a girl?! I stormed out of the Wreck Room noisily, stomping my feet.
As I walked into the room, almost everyone turned to stare at me. By now they had all heard that I had come, so it wasn't like it was a complete surprise to them, but I guess they just wanted to check me out to see if I was really there or not. Like Magnet, damn him.
"Whoa, I want a piece of that!" one kid yelled out in the silence.
"Come over here and give me what I want!" another kid shouted.
"Hell I ain't seen an ass like that since I came out of my mama!"
"Fuck off!" I replied, pissed off at them for acting so immature. I mean, I expected it, but I didn't like it one it.
One punk with greasy hair walked over and put his arms around my waist and started to kiss my neck. "Take me all the way, bitch," he whispered in my ear.
I flipped out; my arms were flailing. I couldn't break his grasp around me. Everyone was laughing at my struggle, until I brought my leg up behind me and hit him in the nuts with my heel. He yelped in pain and let go of me. I turned around and slapped him wicked hard (like I had with Squid before), and then started punching him the stomach until he fell to the ground. He stayed there, moaning in pain. I kicked him one last time before backing away from him, panting.
"Yo, look here! Dusty got beat up by a girl!" one kid yelled out. The whole room started laughing at him and yelling out other insults. One kid, probably the leader of another tent, came up to me.
"Well, I can't blame you for beating the shit outta him. Dusty here's in for harassment, if ya know what I mean. Anyway, don't try anything like that again, or you might get some serious injuries. My boys don't like being showed up by a wimpy girl. Ya catch my drift?"
"No actually. I'll have you know I can take care of myself perfectly well. I could take your boys on any day, and win. You got that? I'm not some 'wimpy' southern belle who can't defend herself and is afraid of breaking a nail. I grew up on the city streets. I could put any one of you in a hospital bed for days. I've done it before, and I'll do it again if I havta. Ya get my drift?"
"Woah, back off girl. I don't want nothing bad happening to you when it shouldn't happen at all."
"What?!" I screeched. I slapped I\him in blind fury. Why was everyone underestimating me because I was a girl?! I stormed out of the Wreck Room noisily, stomping my feet.