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“The fuck is your problem, mother fucker?” she screamed at the guy, forcing him away from her. Several people scattered but returned to surround them when they realized there might be a show. Ava went on tiptoes to see how things progressed. The pervert ended up walking off, and the woman discovered she was at the back of the line. No one cared or heard her protests. Ava quickly waved over to her, grabbing her attention. Holding out her hand.
“Oi! C’mon. Over here.”
The woman looked uncertain for a brief moment before accepting Ava’s hand and joining her in the line.
“You can order with me,” Ava said over the music.
“Thanks, that’s so cool of you!” she replied.
“I saw what happened. It’s shit to lose your place like that.”
“I know, right? He was a fucking creeper.”
“You knew exactly what to do with him. You didn’t hesitate telling him where to go,” Ava said. The impressed tone she used wasn’t lost on either woman. For a brief moment, the two flicked their eyes over each other before Ava broke the ice. “You didn’t take a backward step. Was good to see.”
The blonde gave an almost smile before looking down at her own chest. “Yeah well, it comes with the territory. I have to do that several times a week.”
“Do you work in security?”
“Nah.” She shrugged. “Just have excellent tits.”
Ava burst out laughing at her confidence, and truth be told, her honesty. The low-cut outfit she wore showed off so much of her massive cleavage, Ava was surprised her breasts weren’t falling out of her top. “I’m Ava,” she said, holding out a hand as they reached the bar, finally.
“Lauren,” the woman replied, shaking it. “It’s OK. I saw you lookin’.”
They both ordered their drinks. Ava waited for Lauren to pay for hers before doing the same.
“My night seems to be going from bad to worse. I was meant to meet up with my bestie and go to T. But she had another fight with her dipshit boyfriend, and I get a message five minutes ago saying she doesn’t feel like going out. Now this... wanker. Anyway. Who are you here with?” Lauren asked.
“My trainers.”
“Trainers?”
“I’m a cage fighter,” Ava replied. Her pride in saying those words almost shone out of her mouth.
“Seriously? Like MMA?”
“The one and only,” Ava said, taking her drinks on a tray. “Just come off a win today, actually. My first match.”
“Hold up,” Lauren said, gripping Ava by the elbow. “If that’s the case... oi! Barkeep. Give the lady one more of whatever the hell lolly water that was she ordered. Cheers, brah.” Lauren turned to Ava and winked. “On me. Congratulations.”
“Thanks! Did you want to come over and hang with us?”
“Nah, it’s cool. I don’t wanna cramp you.”
“Oh come on, it’s fine. It’s just me and my boys. They’ll get a huge kick out of the way you dealt with that guy.”
There wasn’t much hesitation once that assurance came, but Ava wasted no time leading her to the boys for introductions and rattling off what she had seen at the bar. Less than two minutes passed before they were high fiving like best friends.
They danced and laughed the hours away and then the women were alone. The boys had, had enough, Chris staggering and singing as Ruben, completely sober, held him on the way out.
“I’m, like, not even tipsy,” Ava said, counting the empty drinks on the table.
“Me neither, I’ve just got a little buzz goin’. Lightweight, huh?”
“Yeah.” Ava giggled, draining her glass and trying to keep her eyes off her breasts. With all the dancing, Lauren had been pressing them into her quite a bit. One of the reasons Ava wasn’t as drunk as Chris was her frequent requests for water instead of alcohol. Ordered because she needed to cool herself off even in the air-conditioned club.
“Shit,” Lauren said, looking at her phone.
