<strong>-- Delilah Etienne (http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/9682/boxingwoman.jpg) - Simon’s Bull - Soaked clean through.  --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The look Delilah gave Abigail as she rambled on and jerked out of her grasp was nothing short of icy, like the glare off a freshly sharpened knife.  She may have been piss drunk, and she may have been the<em>last</em>sort of bitch to have any right to go off about morality, but at the moment she just did not give two shits.  Normally she would have blamed it all on the liquor and called it a night, but this was different.  Looking at the pathetic sack of rags and blood and bruises on the ground, it set a blaze in her like none other.<br/><br/>"Saved him?<em>Saved him?</em>Bitch, you are twelve<em>kinds</em>o' crazy."<br/><br/>Delilah followed after her, having no intention of little the other woman simply walk off before the cops arrived.  She had a scowl on her that could have shattered plate glass, and a couple of balled fists that could well do the same.  "Does that guy look close ta bein'<em>saved</em>ta ya?" she said harshly, jabbing a finger at the homeless fella in the gutter.  "Because it looks ta me like ya just beat the nine hells outta him, and were aimin' ta beat the tenth out before I stopped ya."<br/><br/>She laughed dryly, as if the whole damn situation was just too surreal for words.  "Or maybe that's the point?  Gal like ya, crazier than a sack o' wet cats, preachin' yer<em>fire 'n brimstone</em>shit, savin' the hobos of the world one lead pipe to the face at a time?"<br/><br/>When the scarred man finally made it up to them, Delilah gave him the once over.  Face like a slab of raw meat healed over, tangled wisp of a goatee, haunted look in the eyes?  Not exactly too many folks fitting that description, and she'd heard him described before.<br/><br/>"Oi, so yer the Otis every drunk in the Bull is getting their knickers in a twist over?  You know this fuckin' fruit loop here?"<br/><br/>Of course, that conversation would have to wait.  "Damn, cops in the place sure respond right quick, eh?" she said, trying to remember just how many minutes ago the waitress had gone to call it in.  She raised her hands and backed away from Abigail, settling a good distance away to see how the old man was holding up.