The dimly lit bar had the combined aroma of smooth alcohol and musky cigerettes. The calming sounds of jazz music had a relaxing vibe that lured many patrons here every night.
One customer however, was anything but calm.
Donny sat by himself in a booth, nursing the same beer he had ordered a hour ago With thick horn rimmed glasses, frail complection and a confidence akin to a mouse, he wasn’t much to look at.
She sat at the bar, elegantly posed and also by herself. Her head swayed with the music, dangling her delicious candy red hair down along her statuesque figure.
He wanted to ask her out, or at least offer her a drink. Her bueaty was so overwhelming, it was almost scary.
She was like a Goddess from the heavens. He was like a lowly monk who simply worshipped her.
His feet began to twitch rythmically to the music. The beat finding it’s way to his heart. The napkin in his hands was now shredded into confetti. He stopped himself short of grabbing another, telling himself that it was time to act.
He stood up, only to be shoved back down by a large, burly looking man. Easily twice his size, with tattoos and a fully shaven head. He stared at Donny, as if to say, she’s mine, you don’t have a chance. His momentary confidence shattered like ice. All he could do was watch as the man walked over to the bar and started hitting on his Goddess.
His face went red in disbeleif. He lost his chance. But what was more surprising was what he witnessed next.
The girl slapped the man across the face, kicked him in the crotch and smashed his head against the bar, breaking his nose. Offer refused.
A sudden ray of hope whisked through Donny’s mind, but faded just as quickly. If she was scary before, now she was down right terrifying. It seemed this monk worshipped a Goddess of War.