Speakeasy || Lucky

[RHIANNON]

―――― Rhiannon's arm twisted in the man's grip, and she didn't want to imagine the bruises that would be upon it tomorrow once the man was gone. Alcohol had intoxicated his system and his grip was tighter than it perhaps needed to. Her mind whirled, plans trying and failing to form in her mind in the few seconds she had to consider them, but all she knew that she was simply in a very bad situation. She couldn't fight the men off with physical strength, not when they were already drunk and less likely to feel any punch she did throw at them, and if she did manage to get away, she couldn't run very far without them catching up, or her getting hit by some sort of automobile in the street. "If you want your money back, just let me go!" She needed the money, of course she did, but no amount of money was worth her life, not when she was alone on the dark streets of the city.

Just as quickly, she felt a new weight tug on her arm and steps quickly shuffling in, the man pulled away from her and allowing her to stumble a step back and draw her arm towards her chest, her blinded gaze now struggling, flickering with the faint movements of her head as if she were desperatly trying to see what was occuring. The exclamations of the men, and a few punches were heard by her, which both sent a spark of relief and fear running down her spine like a cold chill, but she was frozen. She still couldn't run, for she didn't have the context for who had stepped in and why- was it one of the other men, who wanted her money for themselves? The chaos rose, however, and another step back was taken to distance herself from the fray as the voices became more frantic. Watch where you're pointing that thing!" A gun?! There were weapons involved with this now?! Gods above, she was going to die, wasn't she?!

A new voice joined in, one that briefly made her htoughts disappear as she tensed. There was a savior for her, one who was now threatening to put slugs in all of these men's heads, making them scatter like feral cats scared by a street light, her mind whirling. God, how she hated being blind sometimes, how she hated not being able to understand what was occuring right in front of her face! Her hands were shaking without realizing, the situation sparking against her nerves and her adrenaline despite her managing to relatively keep her composure. The footsteps retreated into the night, yet the breathing of one still remained, making her slowly straighten up as the man brought himself to speak. Was she alright? Was she really? "Yes, all thanks to you," she offered with a mild smile, her hands slowly moving after a thought towards her pockets, pulling free her small little coin purse with a slightly relieved sigh. Good. She would eat tonight. Her sister would eat tonight. "You... Could have walked by like anyone else but you didn't so... Thank you. I'm not sure what would have happened to me if you had not. Are you alright?" She shifted on her feet slowly, realizing now that her sense of direction had been lost. The streets were more quiet, too, given the hour; no usual hum of car engines to pinpoint the roadside from the streetside, and any light sources were lost now in the midst of the night for her vision. Honestly, she was about to give up and just go find a room in the speakeasy and stay there until the morning- the owner had always been nice enough and she was sure it wouldn't have been an issue to take up one of the private rooms- but she knew if she did, her mother would be utterly frantic by the time the sun rose, if she was even home. The thing is, when you were broke and poor, the jobs you got weren't exactly the ones most people wanted. And with how early it already was, she probably wouldn't be seeing her mother again until that evening.. The ideas lingered in her head a moment before she inwardly sighed, "Sorry, I hate to ask this of you, which way is it now towards Main Boulevard? And erm.. Are they really gone now?"

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