It was always fascinating watching her partner fight, even if she would have liked him not to brutally maim everybody that were dumb enough to challenge him to a fist fight. They were cops after all, supposed to have some sense of empathy and whatever. Be able to turn the other cheek... which was complete bullshit in her books. But to this day, Missy had never met a guy as tough as Eric was, nor as resilient as him. That partner of hers probably ate nails for breakfast and snorted the coffee powder up his nose before chugging boiling water... not that she spent<b>too </b>many waking hours wondering how his mornings were.<br/><br/><b>"Let go!" </b><br/><br/>The guy in front of her tried twisting himself free, which only resulted in a pained grunt to escape from his chapped lips. Missy didn't loosen the hold one bit, even when she knew how much it must hurt. Why show mercy to a dumb-ass like that?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Hey, fighting against this hold ain't the smartest thing in the world, buddy. If I twist just a little bit more, your shoulder'll be dislocated. Now, if you say pleeaase then I might just let go. Until then, stay still and be a good boy."</span><br/><br/>A series of curses rang through the air, and a flutter of a grin touched her lips, before she turned her attention back to the fight. Eric's words of reassurance caused the brunette to roll her eyes slightly. He was a bit too sure of himself at times. Of course one more testosterone filled mountain had decided to butt in at that point, and before Missy had much of a chance to retort or tell Eric to chill, his gun had been pulled out.<i>Oh for heaven's sake.</i>She glanced towards the bar, noting that the bartender already had a baseball bat securely in his hand. But he didn't seem to be on his way of joining the fray, nor did he look like the type that'd call for the cops. Most likely, he was just worried about protecting his property and the booze. By the time Eric was done pulling out the second gun, she had already kneed her 'victim' in the back; sending him sprawling across the floor. Missy then proceeded to tip toe over the fallen guys on the floor until she was standing next to Eric. The female raised an eyebrow at him, before she placed her hands on her hips and sighed as she viewed their opponents in the dimly lit room.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Listen guys. As much as I'd love to see him shoot you all between the eyes, then this is seriously killing my buzz. I suggest you back off and let us leave." </span><br/><br/>The air was heavy with tension as the men surrounding the two of them hesitated. The alcohol was rendering them stupid and without any sense of decent judgement, but they had not yet reached the level of 'suicidal stupid drunk'. Eric was good at bluffing, at least half of those idiots were getting convinced he would actually fill their skull with lead. Slowly they started backing up. Their eyes were glued to the guns, their muscles obviously tense as fire burned in their eyes. But nobody charged. In this neighborhood it wasn't all that uncommon getting shot without anyone giving a damn or so much as calling an ambulance.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Hey, Rambo, we're out of here." </span><br/><br/>Her fingers curled around Eric's arm, the female trying to ignore how her palm tingled from the heat of his skin through the shirt he wore. It was not the smartest thing in the world to consume beverage that clouded ones judgement, especially not when said beverage was being downed with someone she liked a bit too much for her own good. If Eric would follow her lead, they'd back slowly out of the bar without ever breaking eye contact with the herd of enraged drunks. One wrong move and all hell would break loose. Missy honestly prayed nobody would sneeze at that moment, because even that would probably be enough to trigger those ass-hats. It wasn't until the cold air greeted her and cleared her mind a bit, that her muscles released some of the tension and she tugged harder at her partner's arm to get him to walk faster with her away from there. Suddenly, she let out a guffaw of a laughter. Couldn't help it. It was just too damn typical for them to end up in a situation like this.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"God damn. You really kicked their asses in there. And the looks on their faces when you pulled out the guns. I think at least a few of them pissed their pants. But... I think someone managed to hit you pretty good. I'm shocked! Were you that drunk you couldn't use your god-like reflexes?" </span><br/><br/>The tone was teasing as she started reaching up her hand to better inspect his cheek, but the movement halted midair and her smile slowly died out as she suddenly looked away and cleared her throat. No physical contact. No stupid moves. She fumbled for her phone in the back pocket of her jeans, her brows furrowing when she noticed she had three missed calls. All from her current boyfriend... friend... whatever the heck she called the guy. He warmed her bed when she felt lonely, but otherwise she usually chose work over his company. But his feelings had been growing a bit too serious lately, which was probably why he had gotten worried when she hadn't called him after work.<i>Ugh, clingy...</i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"What time is it? Shit." </span><br/><br/>The phone was jammed back in her pocket. She didn't want to call the quits on this evening. Didn't want to see what's-his-face that was waiting at her apartment. Missy wanted to laugh and drink and forget about herself, not think about the consequences of her actions. Which was precisely why she<b>should</b>bid her partner goodnight.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"You up for another round before heading home?"</span>