[ WP ] You go to a seedy bar every night , but never drink any alcohol . You 're only there to stop anyone who wants to take advantage of the women there . Tonight , someone thanked you .

The musty smell of grime and stale beer wafted in the air, patrons walked past, drunkenly swinging side to side as they slowly drizzled out. The old bar stool underneath lurched unsteadily, groaning underneath my weight. 
 
 `` I'll be packing up soon'' John called to me over the counter, wiping down the sticky liquid that covered it. I nodded slowly, downing the murky water that remained in my glass. 
 
 `` Excuse me'' a petite voice mumbled behind me, I looked back at a trio of women all dressed in red. 
 
 `` How can I help you ladies?'' I asked, putting my car keys back into my side pocket. 
 
 `` We'd like to thank you'' they said in unison, bowing their heads ever so slightly. I grumbled, sliding the glass over to John as he grinned mischievously. *Go get'em tiger* he mouthed, swinging the dirty cloth over his shoulder. 
 
 `` If you'd come with us'' the one on the left squeaked, gesturing to the door. A purple bruise bore deep into her pale skin just above her elbow, she covered it up quickly, avoiding my gaze. 
 
 The rotten wooden door swung open with ease as I pushed it to the side, taking a step into the night. 
 
 `` Well look who it is'' a small group of brutish looking men stepped out of the shadows, holding a variety of the weaponry. The one who spoke was holding a baseball bat, bringing the end down onto his open hand. 
 
 `` If it is n't the knight in shining armor'' another one mocked, titling his head to the side. A nasty scar ran down his cheek, ragged stitches keeping it barely closed. 
 
 I could only sigh, rolling up the sleeves of my new jacket and cracking my neck from side to side. 
 
 `` You better not get blood on my new suit'' I muttered as they charged forward like a band of hooligans. 
 

