OTA

[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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[jageskro]

"But I mostly like drinking better," Jag answered. Mostly, yes. "Seems like a shame to ruin it by bringing dickheads into the picture."

[akatawitch]

"One aught not to mix business with pleasure," Sunny agreed, her lips curling in a little, unamused smile. "But sometimes it's just got to be done."

[jageskro]

"I've been trying to resist the urge," Jag stated, and smiled slightly. "But yeah." Sometimes, it simply had to be done. He was trying to do it for the right reasons, now.

[akatawitch]

"Oh?" Sunny asked, genuinely curious. "And what gives you the urge?"

[jageskro]

"Wankers being wankers?" he offered with a half smile.

[akatawitch]

Sunny's head rolled back as she laughed. "I try to keep my punching to specific wankers. Like racist ones. Or objectifying ones."

[jageskro]

"Both of those, yes," Jag confirmed with a nod, a small smile playing on his lips from her laughter. "The homophobic shits, too."

[akatawitch]

"Oh yes, yes," Sunny agreed. "I get more of the first two, though. They feel the need to talk to me rather than around me."

[jageskro]

"That reminds me - rich wankers," Jag added to the list. "The sort who think they're better than you because of their bank account."

That had never been Val, but it wasn't as if he was saying all rich people were twats. Some of them, though? Definitely. But not Val. Never Val.

[akatawitch]

"Those I don't get so much at all," Sunny admitted. "Or if I do, I tend not to notice because it's hiding behind the racism thing." Well. There had been Jibaku when she was a kid, she supposed. In London, though, there weren't many girls like that.

[jageskro]

"I bet," Jag acknowledged with a grimace. He wouldn't pretend that being Roma was anything like being black. For one thing, he could pass, for all that he reveled in telling arseholes, just so they could call him a pikey and give him an excuse to punch them. For another, discrimination against Roma was as much about class as about race, if you asked him. More, in his case, since he was as white as they came by blood.

"How's your fist?"

[akatawitch]

"Hand's fine," Sunny said with a shrug. Or at least as fine as it could be when it connected with a skull. "I've had a lot of practice. And my brothers made a point of teaching me when we were kids."

She got to the pub's door first, and she the door open behind her for Jag as she went inside.

[jageskro]

"Yeah, I'm kinda self-taught," Jag answered, lips pursed in a small smile, as he walked in behind her, then headed for the bar.