Agent Chase
With 2 hours to spare, Syren walked over to a nearby bar. Maybe she could get a glimpse of who she was competing against. Pushing the door open, she walked over to an open seat at the bar. A man with gnarly teeth walked up and sat down next to her. "My, aren't you a sweet little thing." Syren ignored him. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her on her chair.
"Don't touch me!", she yapped renching her shoulder out of his grasp.
"Ah, aren't you fiesty." He laughed.
The bar tender came over and asked her what she wanted to drink. "Just a Coke."
He walked off. The other man talked to her again, "Just a Coke tonight, sweet heart? Come on, let me buy you a drink."
"No thanks." She answered back sharply.
"Oh, come on, just one."
"I said, no. So, back off!" She said turning to him, her tone raising.
"Lady, do you need any help, I can ask him to leave." It was the bartender back with her drink.
"No, I am fine. Thank you though." Syren answered. She turned back to the bar to take a drink.
The man grabbed her arm again and trued to pull her so she was facing him. "Come on, don't you ignore me."
Syren turned around towards him, fist balled and him him square in the jaw.
"You have no right to put you hands on me!" Syren yelled at him, gave the bartender $10, and stormed out of the bar. She turned around just slightly so she could see the surprised looks on everyone's faces.