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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Olivia had already heard a rather obnoxious click of fingers as she finished up serving a customer on the opposite end of the bar to where the sound came from. A soft, stifled sigh escaped her before she gazed over the remaining customers to see a familiar face. He was black and blue, it was almost surprising. The possible altercation between the men and herself had seemed to be fizzled out, that was, before he spoke up. Olivia would've rolled her eyes if she'd had the freedom in the situation to do so; right in that moment all she was trying to do was keep her nose down. What surprised her wasn't the way he spoke, no, she understood he was a man with no filter. It was the fact that he seemed to command them not to look at either of them. They'd only slept together once. Olivia almost felt bad that he felt she was talking about him, well, it would've been better if he'd been sober, she was sure of that.<br/>
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The blonde placed her palms flat on the bar as she observed the men gazing over Jack. The last thing they needed was a bar fight, especially Jack. If he got any more punches to his cranium, Olivia was sure he'd obtain some permanent damage. The female shook her head slightly, watching the men shoving each other like children. Just as she was about to grab a glass, she heard a comment come toward her. One brow cocked slightly, her lips pulling into a stern line. It wasn't the fact that he insulted Jack, it was the fact that the man thought he was god's gift to women. "Oh is that right? Big boy are ya?" The female snickered softly, shaking her head. "Drink your damn beers and be done with it. I aint here to babysit."<br/>
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The female turned her attention to Jack, who seemed to want some whiskey. The woman almost offered him a glance, surely he'd already had too much, but that wasn't her choice to make. Not until he was completely legless. "Yes sir," The woman grabbed one of the glass tumblers presented on a small shelf before clasping her fingers around the neck of a Southern Comfort bottle. Her gaze wandered up as she poured his drink, eyeing him with a knowing look for a moment before sliding over a double, neat. "Just take it easy on that glass, yeah? I don't want to have to sling you over my shoulder again, if I can help it." Olivia was five foot seven, but her figure was rather slender and petite. She had some strength, but almost having to lift a drunk person, dead weight, was far too difficult for her.<br/>
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It took the female a moment before she rose her brow toward Jack. "I thought you'd have been far too drunk to remember my name." A genuine chuckle left her lips as she placed the bottle back on the shelf with the other whiskeys. "Suppose I can still get surprised every now and then." The blonde couldn't help but gaze back toward the group of assholes. Oh, how she wished she could just haul them out into a car and take them to the station. Of course, there was no evidence or reason to, but now it was a fierce desire of hers to get them locked up. Surely she could find something to pin on them. It wasn't right, or fair, but nothing in the world was. Sometimes the good guys had to be bad, for the greater good. It seemed odd, but it was how she felt. The lesser of two evils.<br/>
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The female wasn't wearing anything out of the ordinary, she rather fit in with her tattoos and harsher exterior. As a cop, she'd hidden her body art as well as removing her piercings. However, in this world, she could be whoever she needed or wanted to be. A plain black t-shirt covered her ample mounds and concealed her slender, curved figure. Simple dark wash jeans clung to her, slender fit and outlining her shape. It was simple, but complimenting. Old busted up military styled boots served as a rather comfortable of pair of shoes for work. They were ones she'd picked up for comfort and endurance more than anything else. She could wear heels, but they never really appealed to her. They weren't exactly practical either.<br/>
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The group had been talking among themselves in hushed whispers, their gazes drifting over Olivia and most definitely Jack. The female wanted to tell them to leave, but she had no grounds to. A stifled sigh escaped her as she saw more men in cuts walk in. More bikers. Once they settled at the bar, the female drifted toward them, offering a hint of a smile. "What can I getcha?" The female placed her palms down on the bar as she usually did, it made her appear somewhat bigger, and hopefully more intimidating to some degree. "One tall glass of..." One of the men was older, some grey trickling in through golden strands, they were almost hidden. He looked about early fifties, and overly confident. His group of three others were somewhat in the same age range from their appearance. All wore the same leather jackets, displaying several well known symbols. "You." He snickered darkly before nodding to the shelves behind her. "Whatever poison in here is the strongest, princess. We'll have four." The very moment that word left his lips caused her lips to twitch, a clear hint of disdain rippling over her delicate features. <i>Princess</i>. <br/>
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"How original," The blonde growled softly, "Look here, you and oi, yeah, your group over there," The female barked toward the ones at the back, who seemed to know exactly that she was talking to them. "You wanna get smart, at least have the finesse to carry it off. All right? Bother me one more time with those pathetic lines." The female snapped her gaze to her boss, who seemed to be well into his fifth whiskey, he gave her a slight nod, but that didn't mean much. It was infuriating. As a cop, she'd be more than willing to give them some hassle for their comments, but here, she couldn't. With a muffled sigh, she began to pour the drinks, arranging the glasses before grabbing a dark bottle, pouring some foul smelling liquid that seemed to appear rather vile as it left the bottle; a dull dark green. <br/>
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"I don't see why we all can't have a round," One of the newer ones snickered, as he gazed toward the other group, they began to move over. It was when they got close that Olivia noticed they wore the same markings. <i>Great.</i> The female's brow cocked slightly as she gazed toward the now larger group as the rest settled around the bar. "Why not, you all look like you've got some serious pencil dick issues." The blonde held up her pinky, giving them a snort before slamming down the last drink before shoving it across the bar. "Drink and go." It seemed that she'd hit a few buttons, but she couldn't quite bring herself to care. Why not embrace her new persona? "Just wait for when you get off, <i>princess</i>." That did it. The female couldn't even resist, she leaned into the bar in a rather alluring, curious manner; it was enough to cause him to lean into her. With a swift movement, she hurled a firm, solid clenched fist right into his cheekbone. Before she knew what was happening, a whole fight broke out.<br/>
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