Joan was flabbergasted at what Jessica was capable of.
“Piss off and leave us alone!” Jessica barked at the man.
Damn b*tch! This is not over! The man rubbed his nose and scuttled away.
“Jessica, that was incredible! When did you learn all these moves?” Joan asked in amazement.
“Caspian was worried that someone might take advantage of me when I get drunk, so he insisted that I take this self-defense class. I've only just started not long ago. Isn't this great? I'll protect you from now on!” the woman proudly declared.
That was some really good move. But the thing is, she's not entirely sober right now. Joan let out a resigned sigh and fell silent.
Meanwhile, the man who almost got his arm broken by Jessica reappeared at the scene with more of his kind.
“It's them!” the man announced loudly while pointing at Jessica and Joan in the corner.
“What are you doing?” Joan studied the men and grew anxious.
Jessica, on the other hand, was already dozing off on the table.
“Such a pretty girl with a nice curvy body. Only if her temper was better.” A man who appeared to be the leader walked over and commented.
“I'm not drunk! Whoever says I'm wasted will be sorry!” Without any warning, Jessica picked up an empty wine bottle and aimed it at a young man who stood merely yards away.
“Ahh!” The man winced in pain as blood started to trickle down from his head wound.
Turning her head back to their table, Joan found Jessica to be nodding off again, as though she did not just hurl a beer bottle at a thug and break his head. Joan's jaw dropped in astonishment.
Can anyone be this sober and hammered at the same time?
“Son of a b*tch! Wait till I—" the young man said while charging toward Jessica.
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