Elizabeth-Intro

My black painted nails glinted softly in the bright neon lights as I walked into the club. My dark brown hair moved back and forth as I walked, my bangs hanging just above my brow. The heels on my thigh high boots clicked on the tile floors. The music was loud in my ears as I walked to the bar and ordered a drink. I felt eyes on my back and sides from people all around. Black jeans and a black tank top with a black leather vest, black and silver earrings and a soft black lace choker. I wasn’t surprised with the looks, just annoyed. “Why the dark look, little lady?” A tall man with a barrel of a torso and thick neck asked. He reeked of beer and something else, possibly what used to be cologne. I glanced up at him and shrugged. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” I turned back to my drink and took a small sip of it, listening to the movement behind me. I twitched when I felt the man’s hand touch my shoulder. “Now you listen he-““Move that hand, or lose it.” “Excuse me?” He turned me around on my stool with some force. In a blur my fingers closed around his wrist and twisted until I heard a satisfying snap. The man let out a yelp and grabbed his broken wrist, his face twisted in pain. I took my drink from behind me and took another sip, watching him curse and yell. Security stepped around him and looked at me, his eyes widening when he saw me. “What’s going on here?” “The bitch broke my wrist!” The man shouted, standing still now. I shrugged. “I told you you’d lose your hand if you didn’t move it. I could’ve cut it off.” Security frowned. “Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” I smiled sweetly and gulped up the rest of my drink, leaving the money next to the glass. “Happily, sir.” I smirked to the man and walked out, leaving the man cursing to security when I left. “Stupid men…” I muttered to myself.