Oh... well that wasn't too bad... yet. Picking the fork from the air she smiled as she watched Bruno and Luther struggle for a moment. It would have made one hell of a UFC  match, where were the cameras when you needed them? Switching the fork to her right hand she waited for the opening she needed.<br/><br/>"Try to hold him still."<br/><br/>Sure... she wasn't asking for much and surly Luther would ve a gentlemen and do just that for her. Nights like this didn't come often but when they did she tried to enjoy them. Paying no heed to the patron her gaze locked to her opening. Going in low she struck the fork out to the back of Bruno's left knee. With a tight grip she drug it out to the right before wegding the bent metal prongs between the knee cap and joint.  Leaving the fork there she moved back to the bar waiting to see what would come from this.<br/><br/>"That was a little easier then I thought... "<br/><br/>It was gard to tell if she was disappointed or not, with a smile on her lips she looked from Luther to Bruno a high cocked brow before taking a seat to one of the few remaining bar stools. If only her father knew about her strange nightly outtings, he would have her locked in a padded room on a island somewere. Pressing her lips together she wondered how they would drag the behemoth out of the bar, or if they would get lucky and he wiuld simply disappear. No, that was never Jessie's luck.<br/><br/>"Now what?"<br/><br/>At this point she seemed clueless but it was clear she woukd help clean up this mess. After all she was the one that had started all of this, right?