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[akatawitch]

Putting a fist in someone’s face had no business feeling so good, but for Sunny it was sweeter than anything in this moment.

Catcalls were a part of life for a woman, and normally in the interest of getting the hell out of there as soon as possible her response would be something along the continuum of ignoring it to shouting something back. But she would keep moving. Moving away.

She couldn’t do that today. It wasn’t just some complete idiot stranger shouting what on the surface was a compliment on her ass. It was political bullshit, it was protest marches, it was school stress, it was winter blah, it was friends in terrible relationships, it was sexual frustration, it was feelings that were too big for the little container she was trying to keep them in, it was her father’s weird face when she’d finally told her parents she was seeing someone.

It was too much.

She’d roared and rounded, and then he was on the ground with a bloody nose and looking up at her with stunned terror in his eyes while she stood over him and yelled.

“Get the fuck up, bomboy!”

((Sunny can be anywhere that’s convenient for you. By the way, she basically called our nameless sleaze a manchild))

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[old_man_gavril]

Now that wasn't something Gavril saw everyday.

On the one hand, it was refreshing as hell to see something like that happen to one of these assholes who thought it was acceptable to catcall. Gavril had never understood it, ever, but that came with being a child of Skadi; he wasn't raised in human culture.

On the other hand, while he was tempted to intervene, he told himself not to, out of respect for the lady. For now, he just watched, in case some other pig decided to join in. One on one was perfectly fine. But for now, he just watched, nearby, along with a few other people who watched in stunned silence. Gavril, however, seemed to be the only one actually amused by it.

[akatawitch]

In truth, Sunny hadn't noticed she'd garnered any attention and she wouldn't have cared anyway if she had. No, her focus was just on the man on the ground who was scrambling for something to say.

"Look, I'm sorry--"

"Bullshit."

He got petulant at that. "Christ, you can't take a compliment?"

"I was returning your compliment," she clarified. "Now you know just how nice it felt. But if that's still a point of uncertainty for you, I can drive the point home further." Her foot moved so that the ball of her foot was ready to crush his testicles if need be.

That was enough of a threat that he scrambled back and bolted. Sunny let out a sigh, watched until she couldn't bother to track him anymore, and then turned to go.

[old_man_gavril]

Gavril had moved when Sunny wasn't looking. Scumbag had a friend in the nearby crowd, and when he'd moved forward, looking potentially violent, Gavril put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him, and just said "Don't."

Partially shifting was something of a talent, and something that Gavril had learned to do. It was just a flicker, a flash of the eyes. Those not-quite-right eyes of a child of Skadi, in which the human mind still held a potent fear, buried in the very roots of the brain stem. It worked well when it was used right. It had, however, sometimes cost him a date.

The man simply nodded a bit rapidly, and walked off in another direction. Gavril wasn't going to mention it when he started walking in the same direction as Sunny.

"Good on you," he said, simply, to her.

[akatawitch]

Sunny had glimpsed this guy among the onlookers and had dismissed him almost as quickly as she'd perceived him, satisfied with registering him as 'not threatening to me.' She was in a mood, though, that she was reconsidering that at least a bit. It was probably coincidence that they were going in the same direction, the nearest tube station was this way, but now she was registering things like--bigger than her, white, not old enough to be her dad but closer to his age than hers.

And paying her a compliment.

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and made a noncommittal noise. Saying 'thank you' felt... odd.

[old_man_gavril]

He chuckled. "I get it. But hey, if you ever swing by Wolf's Head, there's a free meal in it for you. Think about it," he said, before tucking his hands in his pockets and figuring he'd just shut up, now, unless she actually felt like talking.

[akatawitch]

Every creepy alarm went off in her brain at that. The only way he could have said more the wrong thing would be if he had taken up the ode to her ass himself, and Sunny's eyebrows shot up. "Oh hell no."

She veered off and just crossed the street instead of waiting for the light she actually wanted.

[show_me_something]

"Well?" Came a bored, carefully polished RP voice from nearby. Victoria had been walking by in time to see the entire scene, and having dealt with more than her share of bomboys - one of the words she'd picked up on various jobs in Nigeria – she was more than happy to offer support, if it should be needed here.

"Don't keep her waiting. You asked for that, you know. Twice, in fact."

[akatawitch]

Sunny didn't think the guy would have listened to the posh older lady when he hadn't listened to her, but for some reason he stood back up carefully and didn't start running away.

She didn't look the gift horse in the mouth. Or punch him in it.

She punched him in the stomach. And enjoyed watching him try to catch his breath and not vomit all over his shoes.

But she didn't hit him again, hooking her thumbs in the pockets of her jacket. "That," she told him, "is about how good you make a girl feel."

[show_me_something]

"Slow breaths, through the nose, and be thankful she didn't aim a bit lower," Victoria mildly told the catcaller, before turning her back to him as she faced the young woman, whom, Victoria realized, she'd met once before. She gave the appearance of having forgotten the man altogether, but she knew exactly where he was still.

"Are you all right, dear? Perhaps a drink, or tea, to wash the bad taste away?"

[akatawitch]

The older woman had a quiet command to her presence that was only partially her age. Sunny found herself thinking of Sugar Cream, and how easily her mentor's mere dismissal could make someone feel like garbage. That, perhaps, was why she could hear the asshole trying to breath deep and slow through his nose. Or maybe it was just that having any instructions that might make the pain stop were that important.

She nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I'd appreciate that."

[show_me_something]

Victoria offered the girl a small smile and started down the street the direction the girl had been going before someone decided to open his mouth. No sense making her go out of her way on top of everything else. "Tea, or something stronger? We should be able to find either without much trouble at this hour." And the girl would feel better once they got some distance between her and the one she'd been driven to punch.

[akatawitch]

"I think I'd like tea, actually," Sunny admitted, unable to dissociate drinking before dark at her age from having a problem. "though if that's too boring I wouldn't say no to a real drink."

[show_me_something]

"There's nothing boring about a good cup of tea when you want one." There was a cafe not too far ahead, and as they walked toward it, Victoria studied the young woman beside her without being obvious about it. "Or a restorative one. I still hope for the day enough men have been punched in the bits, or elsewhere, to learn to keep their mouths shut and eyes front."

[jageskro]

Jag hadn't had any idea that Sunny had this level of violence in her. Not that it was a problem; on the contrary, he couldn't deny that he was impressed. He had slowed to a halt, and he was not going to step in and stop her from giving that wanker what he deserved; he was going to keep a lookout for coppers, though. Let her get it out of her system, as much as she could, and then offer her a drink, probably.

[akatawitch]

Sunny had not noticed, her focus on the idiot she'd knocked down. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I stutter?"

He held up a hand, trying to hold her off. "I'm sorry, I--"

"Bullshit."

He got petulant at that. "Christ, you can't take a compliment?"

"Let me be straight with you," she said, moving her foot so that on a moment's notice she could press down and crush his testicles. "There is no such thing as a woman who wouldn't do that. Only ones who couldn't. But if you need me to keep proving my point, I can do that."

That was enough of a threat that he scrambled back and bolted. Sunny straightened and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to collect herself again.

[jageskro]

"I'm surprised you haven't crushed his balls," Jag stated, still hanging back and keeping an occasional eye on the end of the street the wanker had run off to. Tosser might yet blab to the police, if he didn't have too much pride to admit that a woman had kicked his arse.

[akatawitch]

Sunny's eyes snapped open when she realized not only was someone talking to her, but that she recognized the voice. She ducked her head, going all at once from aggressive to sheepish. "The thought did cross my mind."

[jageskro]

"I'm not surprised," Jag stated, taking a couple of steps closer. "How about a drink? You deserve a drink after that."

[akatawitch]

Scrubbing a hand over her face and then back into her hair, Sunny nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

[winter_wisp]

Winter had just been coming out of a nearby shop, a few shopping bags hanging from one arm- And a confused look on his face that shifted into a wicked grin as he realised what was happening.

Sunny had whacked that man exceptionally hard.

"Yes! Get up!" the pixie said gleefully, bouncing in place a bit. "Get up and Sunny will whack you again! Oh, wait, let me get my camera out, I should snapchat this..."

[akatawitch]

"No you should fucking not," Sunny snapped, for once not bothering to modulate anything about herself for Winter's sake.

But she figured he'd do it anyway.

"Go," she snarled at the man. "Get the fuck out of here."

"I--I'm sorry--"

"Just go!" she all but roared at him. And damned if he didn't take off like a bat out of hell.

[winter_wisp]

"Aw," Winter whined, pouting and looking down at the phone he'd just managed to get out. Disappointed, he opened snapchat anyway and turned on his favourite filter and took a photo.

"I'm a very good looking dog," he decided, sharing the image and then tucking the hone away.

"Why are you punching people? Are you going to punch anyone else? ...Are you going to punch me? You shouldn't punch pixies, it's bad luck."

[akatawitch]

Sunny pulled a face that looked really rather like a snarl, balling her fists for the tension so she wouldn't punch him. "He felt it necessary to tell me just how much he appreciated my ass."

[winter_wisp]

Winter looked confused, then leaned to one side in an attempt to see the backside in question.

"Did you disagree with his opinion? I think it's a lovely backside, Sunny. Very shapely. How is mine?" he asked, turning so she could get a look- And clearly oblivious to the whole concept of catcalling.

[akatawitch]

"That's not the point, Winter," she grumbled, not bothering to look. Or for the moment keep her eyes open at all. Sunny was rubbing a hand over her eyes and then back into her hair, trying to calm herself down.