Oh shit, Oh shit, shit and quadruple shit! I'd barely finished the first beer and I was presented with another. What passed for beer fizzed out like shaken coke as the leather-clad harpy slammed it on the bar. Well there was little chance of me getting drunk on this stuff, that was something, at least.<br/><br/>The first one still had her hand on my shoulder, and was applying a firm pressure, as the second woman got up and went out. "No, it's not mine..." I said again. "It's hired! Oh fuck, what's she doing to.... Jesus!" The cow had just slashed the front tire. I tried to get up and was slammed down into the seat by the blonde.<br/><br/>That was it. "What is the matter with you? I said I was sorry, I just want to go, and you go and vandalise a bike that doesn't......" the vandal came back in, on;y now she had a gun tucked openly in her waistband. "No, please? I haven't done anything to you, please just let me go...?"