Thankfully the day had been filled with mountains of paperwork. Normally she would complain, but today it was exactly the excuse she needed to stay in the station. The mind numbing task left her almost completely forgetting about what was expected of her tonight. Of course as soon as the work day came to a close it hit her again, agitation spreading on her face like a mask.<br/><br/>Jason noticed immediately as he nudged her lightly. "Hey short stuff... Let's go see if we can't find you a sparring partner, huh?" She thought about protesting, but sighed heavily and nodded. He knew what had happened within her family, and he knew her well enough to tell when something was wrong. Following him to the building next door before heading to the women's locker room to change. Coming out she was dressed in tighter workout shorts and a sports bra. The outfit showed off her toned body, muscles that really could inflict damage if she wanted to. Jason whistled and it made her roll her eyes.<br/><br/>"Oh shut up!" Lyra blushed lightly and punched him in the arm. Her opponent was a man around the same size as her. They had sparred before and he knew what she was capable of, choosing to wear protective headgear when around her. Squaring up they exchanged a few blows and the red head seemed to be loosening up, just like Jason had intended. That's when all hell broke loose. A misplaced punch grazed her breast, leaving Lyra seeing red. She tackled the man, pummeling him as hard as she could until her friend had to pull her off. The look she gave him said it all, this wasn't something open for discussion.<br/><br/>She changed quickly and headed home, leaving Jason with more questions than answers. The sparring match had left her physically drained and emotionally fired up, she was in no mood to be fucked with. Of course, knowing the man she was forced to meet, he was going to have other plans. Sighing heavily, Lyra showered and planned out her outfit. It had been a while since her last "night out" and social norms dictated certain clothes. However, given whom she was meeting, the red head wanted her body protected from his leering gaze. Faded jeans and a well loved black, short sleeved t-shirt hugged her frame, complimenting it far better than her work attire ever could.<br/><br/>A black, pullover hoodie and boots completed her outfit. She prayed that underneath it all, the lacey black undergarments would remain undiscovered this evening. Her flaming locks cascaded down, falling almost to the middle of her back and her makeup was light and natural looking. She was as ready as she'd ever be. Putting only the cell phone he had given her in her pocket, Lyra grabbed her keys and headed out the door.<br/><br/>Just as Cole had promised, she was on "the list" for the infamous Tire Fire Club. The tiny red head was almost immediately taken to a private room after being checked for weapons. A girl in skimpy clothing came to take her drink order then and the red head politely declined. She would need her wits about her in a setting such as this. The waitress flounced off, undoubtedly to alert Cole of her presence leaving her alone with her thoughts. Lyra took a seat, head in her hands and eyes closed and waited, listening to the thumping beat outside of the room.<i>Please dear Lord, I don't ask for much. Just let me get through this night unscathed.</i>