This is My Kind of Party!

[Rebekka Knight]

The night had started out so peaceful. Peaceful enough at least. Rebekka had headed to the bar. It was a typical Friday evening. She just wanted to relax a bit from dealing with the students. Did she say students? If anything they were like babies she had to watch after. Babies that unfortunately had powers and threw tantrums a ton. So getting to the Hole in the Wall was a much needed occasion. She went to it enough that she blended in.

Although tonight had been a sloppier one for others. One man in particular who couldn't take a hint. His first mistake was sitting next to Rebekka and trying to flirt with her. He was drunk and annoyed. She'd scowled and made enough rude comments that he should've gotten a clue. But his second mistake was the fact he wouldn't leave. She'd dealt with stuff like this before. But his third mistake had been the last straw. The hand he'd placed on her ass as they sat up to the bar. Rebekka had already felt her hand heating up the bottle it cupped. It was probably boiling at this point, or close.

So it only added to the damage when she picked up the bottle and smashed it across his face. The bad gut instinct she was getting from the guy made her feel justified. He'd been oozing words covered in slime into her ear, trying to get her to come with him. She started to suspect he wasn't as drunk as he seemed. Whatever the case she'd hit him. But his friends weren't exactly please. Hell, Rebekka was surprised he even had any. But they'd hopped to his defense once he started screaming. That's when all hell broke loose.

She loved it! She probably shouldn't enjoy it so much. The sheer rush and thrill she got as she laid a man out on a table with one punch to the jaw. The wicked grin that grew on her face when she trapped another man's arm and hit him in the throat. She felt so alive in that moment. But she wasn't stupid. She'd seen the bartender go for the phone when the bar erupted into a fight. She knew the police were coming. So she fought her way out the back door and then sprinted down the alley into the night. The cops weren't there yet, but they were coming.

Still, she'd gotten her jollies out of the little experience. Her blood was practically boiling as she finally slowed down in on the corner of the sidewalk. She was recently far away now, but she could hear the faint sirens. A toothy grin was on her face. She was banged up and could feel some blood coming from a gash on the right side of her face. Someone had smashed something against her head, if she remembered right. But her whole body was practically singing from the adrenaline. She threw her head back and laughed. "Damn! There's a way to start the night and end the day." She said to no one. Or at least so she thought. She wiped her face. Hopefully the blood hadn't gotten everywhere at least.

[Emmett Coupland]

Nights were meant to be enjoyed, though Emmett had little intention staying out too late. There were a thousand things she had to do back at the shop, and with only herself running it, she couldn't afford to get entirely wasted. That didn't mean she couldn't have a couple beers though. She saw no harm in having a nice buzz to end a hectic day.

And now that she was, she decided to leave the bar she regulated at. The route home was easy enough; one of the benefits of owning a garage was having an apartment above it. Everything was within walking distance. Shortcuts could cut time, and so she took a back ally that would save walking around the entire block.

Her eyebrows rose at the sound of sirens, but she didn't bother turning her attention towards them. There was something else that caught her curious eyes. A girl. And while there wasn't much light to catch any details, Emmett assumed she was drunk by the way she yelled. Wouldn't be the first.

The mechanic laughed as she stepped closer, if only to continue on her route home. Though her pace had slowed slightly as she approached closer. The chick was bleeding. Humor was placed with a quick shot of concern for the stranger. "Jesus. You alright?"

[Rebekka Knight]

The laughter was what caught Rebekka's attention first. She glanced over and noticed someone else was out and about in the streets. At this hour? Then again she'd been in a bar full of people awake. It shouldn't surprise her other people were out. From what she could tell, the other girl was going to pass her by. Rebekka was fine with that. Instead she focused on dabbing the spot where the blood seemed to be coming from. Unfortunately for her, it seemed to still be flowing.

Then she actually got some conversation. Was she alright? Rebekka looked over. So the stranger had actually decided to approach her? That was different. Luckily Rebekka was still in a great mood despite the wound on her head. She grinned and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Bit of a bar fight is all." Rebekka responded with a shrug. She'd been in plenty. They hardly put a dent in her most days. "One lucky shot hit me in the head with a bottle." She added, mostly to herself. That's what she thought the item had been. For all she knew it could've been a chair.

Still the blood was still going. Eventually Rebekka just held her hand to the spot. That managed to put a bit of a damper on things. But not much. She eyed the other woman. "Don't suppose you come with bandaids, huh?"

[Emmett Coupland]

Head wounds always came with a lot of blood; even small cuts could look like serious damage. So Emmett eyed the girl carefully, unsure if it was something minor or large enough to need to call an ambulance. She was still standing though, and well enough to talk. That had to mean something for now.

She talked like a bar fight was normal, and her tone had the mechanic grinning in her amusement. She wasn't much of a fighter, but her mouth was known to get her into trouble at times. That, or angry boyfriends of girls she'd taken home. Regardless of reasons, Emmett had known what it felt like to be cause of some small town destruction at least once. Possibly twice.

"Not quite." She replied, but reaching into her back pocket she secured a rag. Darker spots carried grease from the garage, but she folded it up to find the cleanest part she could. "This should work better than your hand, though." She explained, extending it out to the girl.

[Rebekka Knight]

Thankfully the other girl wasn't freaking out. Most people Rebekka met would likely scream at the sight of her condition. Or at least panic. But this girl seemed cool and collected. She didn't even flinch when Rebekka mentioned the bar fight. Hell, she even grinned instead. That was more indicative than anything.

She didn't have a bandaid, but she was pulling something else out. A stained rag from the look of it. Rebekka wasn't too sure what was on it, but she wasn't afraid to get a bit dirty. Once she was behind closed doors, she could treat it properly. "No kidding?" She joked, accepting the rag and holding it to her wound. That would do much better than her hand for sure.

"Thanks." Rebekka remembered to say, glancing back at her random companion. She eyed the girl up and down. "So what brings you out and about at this hour? Usually there's only three types of people up around now."

[Emmett Coupland]

Even in the dark, she could see the way this chick looked at her. Emmett straightened her back on instinct as she rolled her shoulders. She didn't look half bad either, considering she had just stepped away from a bar fight. She grinned a little more brightly.

It was late, wasn't it? Here, Emmett was trying to do good and get herself home without much trouble. Of course she'd stumble upon it in a dark alleyway. The mechanic took lazy steps as she drew herself past the girl, turning on her heel to face her once she had.

She was funny, too. Emmett laughed again as she raked a hand through her hair. "Only three?" She asked, playing along easily. "Which one you think I am?"

[Rebekka Knight]

The other chick straightened up and rolled her shoulders. Rebekka just smirked in return to the grin. Conversation definitely wasn't something she'd expected once she'd fled from a bar brawl to avoid getting arrested. But suddenly she wasn't so adverse to the idea. Instead she just watched the other girl walk back and turn. Wasn't like Rebekka was in that much of a rush to get home anyways.

Which one was she? Rebekka eyed her again. Clearly she wasn't drunk, or she was at least good at hiding it. Rebekka thought she saw some glances, but that was always hard to tell. Except with drunk guys who made it painfully obvious. So the girl had to be in the middle, or close enough. "I'm thinking option three: the type looking for a 'fun' night and drink." She responded, snickering.

[Emmett Coupland]

A buzz was easy enough to function on; it was why she preferred three beers over ten on the average night. It was just enough to take the edge off, and usually, that was what the overworked mechanic needed. Emmett showed no bother to being looked at, at least not by the set of eyes that chose to do so now.

"Close." Emmett held up a hand, index finger pointed up before flicking in the girl's direction for credit. "Quiet night. Always a drink." She corrected now that she had been humored. A simple quirk of her eyebrows gave way to another glance at the figure in front of her. "Though I'm never opposed to fun." Who was?

But it was enough about herself. "How about you?" Emmett asked. "I'm going to say, It's been too long since I've been out so I'm making up for it all now." Then again, a bar fight was one hell of a way to get back in the scene.

[Rebekka Knight]

Rebekka was close. Always a drink, which made her laugh. It naturally sounded a bit harsh. That was just Rebkka's way. Few could actually get a genuine one from her. There was another glance that was obvious this time. It made Rebekka quirk a brow in return, and her smirk change to a grin. "I doubt there's many who are." She responded.

What about her now? The other girl had her own guess, which earned another laugh from Rebekka. "Close." She mimicked, grinning widely. "Hasn't been that long, but I'm still fine with making up the time I haven't been." She answered. There was a shrug to follow. "Live in the moment, or whatever they say." She had to put up with kids all day. A bar fight was perfect in her eyes. A way to get out her aggression with a much better chance of getting away with it.

[Emmett Coupland]

Emmett counted herself for victory at learning she was close, and the explanation given to her had only made it all better. "Cheer to that." She replied easily, though it would have been so much better if they had filled glasses to clank together. That, however, could be easily fixed.

She took a slow step backwards, a booted heel dragging against the pavement. "My place is just a couple blocks away." She explained, but her tone remained neutral rather than suggestive. She pointed to the rag the girl still held up to her head. "Might want to clean that up." Or at least get something other than a greasy rag to press to it. "I do have bandaids there."

[Rebekka Knight]

She almost seemed a little victorious after Rebekka's answer. Her reply came easily, and made Rebekka chuckle. She raised a fake glass in the air jokingly with her free hand. Then dropped it again to her side.

Her place was only a couple blocks away. Even with the neutral tone, Rebekka eyed her curiously. Even raised a brow. It wasn't like she was afraid or particularly worried. If anything happened, she could more than handle herself. Still, the boldness of the offer, even without the suggestive nature in it, had Rebekka smirking again.

"I might." She agreed, her voice mainly taunting. The last remark had her chuckling again and shaking her heads. "So you do come with bandaids after all." She joked. There was a brief moment of observing the woman before Rebekka shrugged. "Alright. Lead the way, captain." She decided, teasing slightly. She really couldn't help herself.

[Emmett Coupland]

A look like that clearly put the girl on the defense, and it had Emmett chuckling lightly. It wasn't uncommon practice for the mechanic to bring strangers home, but the chick was bleeding. Intentions were low when someone had a head wound. Though she wasn't opposed to a change of plans, were they to occur.

She started walking backwards again, making no attempt to turn her back to the girl. "Follow me." She grinned, waving an arm. Emmett slowed enough so when the girl caught up, she walked beside her.

"So what's someone like you getting yourself into bar fights over?" She asked, genuinely curious. "Or smashed in the head with a glass."

[Rebekka Knight]

The look apparently amused her, judging by the chuckling. Rebekka joined in a little, but really started when the other woman started walking backwards. A grin grew on Rebekka's face to match hers. What an odd pair they made. One bloodied and one backwards. To say Rebekka was amused would be an understatement.

So what was Rebekka getting into fights for? She glanced at her walking companion and chuckled. "Because someone couldn't take a hint that no means no and got a little handsy. So I decided to teach him some manners. I guess his friends didn't really approve of my teaching methods." She responded with a wicked grin.

"See I like the more 'hands on' approach to giving a lesson." She shrugged. "It's not my fault the rest of the place decided to join it."

[Emmett Coupland]

As they reached the end of the alleyway, Emmett glanced around to insure that there weren't any nearby cops that were possibly investigating the fight. It wouldn't be hard for them to put together a bleeding person with a fight, but at least the coast looked clear. So she kept up her pace, glancing over at the girl as she explained.

"I can't think of a better reason to have a go at someone." Emmett nodded, almost approvingly though she doubted this type of woman needed approval at all. "Deserved what he had coming, no doubt." Men were disgusting creatures. It was why she didn't sleep with them.

"Hopefully he came out of that looking a little worse for wear." But from the way she had been laughing in the alley, Emmett was almost sure of it. She started to turn the block, waving a hand forward towards the direction of her garage. "Just down this way."

[Rebekka Knight]

Even if the other woman did it, Rebekka paused at the end of the alley to check her surroundings. Even if she was away from the epicenter, the blood gave her away. Fortunately the street looked empty of any cops. So on they went. And on came the surprises. The other girl approved of the violence. Or at least that's what Rebekka gathered from her choice of words and the nod. He had deserved it. Not that Rebekka really cared for anyone's approval.

Had he come out looking worse for wear? Rebekka's grin turned wolffish and she laughed. The harshness was definitely more evident this time. "Believe me, he did. Although with a face like his, I think I actually made some improvements if anything." She responded. If improvements included losing teeth. She took satisfaction from wrecking his slimy smile. Definitely deserved it.

Just down this way. Rebekka shifted her gaze. The only thing that stuck out to her was a garage. The grin changed to smirk again. "A garage huh?" Her gaze had gone back to the mechanic. "Why am I not surprised?"