Put 'Em Up

The crowd was starting to back up, forming a circle, one that would keep security from figuring out what was going on and buy them both some playtime. Good, good. They all seemed a little surprised by the turn of events, some of the exchanging nervous glances along with the excited ones, but that was to be expected. She wagered this sort of thing wasn’t too common on the island, really. For Vanessa, though, it was like she’d just raised up a slice of home.

The redhead hopped off the table and kicked the chair aside, looking down at her new friend with a heavy sneer. ”Come on, get up.” She cracked her knuckles. ”I wanna see how you-”

The laugh was the first thing that caught Vanessa off guard. She hadn’t quite expected that reaction, even from a nut like Bacchus. No doubt the drinks had something to do with it, but she didn’t think they were that toasty. Were they?

The second thing that caught Vanessa off guard was the way Bacchus came at her. Maybe it was just the drinks, but she hadn’t been expecting the woman to move that damn fast. One second she was standing, the next her back was on the table and punches were falling like hail.

One, then two punches smacked Vanessa in the face, before she recalled that, oh yeah, she was a fucking boxer, she should’ve been able to handle this shit. Her guard came up to block the next few shots, letting them smack against her arms, and then she retaliated in kind with two quick, hard shots to the face, before trying to get her legs up to push Bacchus away. Needed to make some space, needed to get to her feet...

If Bacchus weren’t as drunk as she was, she might’ve allowed her mind to think about and enjoy the position she was in while she pounded away at Vanessa. She certainly didn’t mind having the redhead underneath her, nor the feeling of their bodies against one another. But it was often difficult for a woman like her to keep her mind on more than one thing at a time, much less when she was this intoxicated.

So unfortunately, all she really thought about at the moment was how much fun it was punching this chick in the face. She managed to succeed in that a few times, before they started hitting Vanessa’s arms instead. Before the Chinese woman could even think about trying to navigate around the guard, suddenly she was the one feeling punches blast into her face. Two to be precise, both hitting before she even saw them coming, and leaving her momentarily in a daze hovering over Vanessa.

That was more than enough of an opening to allow the woman to kick Bacchus off of her. Once again she toppled down to the floor. But this time she was quicker in starting to pick herself up. There wasn’t a cackling laughter to go with it this time, but she did chuckle a bit.

“Heheh… That’s the spirit. Show me what ya got!” she said as she was getting up to a knee. Hardly a good position to act so carefree, particularly against someone who could hit as hard a Vanessa could. Bacchus didn’t seem to care though. Evidently she was having a blast with this.

Bacchus wasn’t a bad puncher, but Vanessa had felt worse blows in her day. Far worse. To be fair, given her previous occupation, that was a given, but it meant that it would take far, far more than a few shots to the head to keep her from moving forward. Especially when she was in that magical space of intoxication where she wasn’t quite registering pain correctly.

She’d hate herself in the morning, she knew that. There’d be throwing up, and she’d probably spend the whole day in her bed, just sleeping off all the bruises and cracked bones.

But now? She was going to have some fun. Fuck it. "You want it, huh?"

She pushed herself off the table as Bacchus rose, and somewhere deep inside her brain, she knew the smart thing would’ve been to hold back, let her opponent get up, spend some time figuring out exactly why she was so confident in her fighting skills. But that part of her brain was just too slow right now - before it could get its request out, Vanessa’s body was surging forward, her leg was lifting up, and her heel was shooting out with a Big Boot, aiming to hit between those two lovely breasts that Bacchus had.

If Bacchus had known about Vanessa’s proficiencies as a fighter, she’d probably be mentally warning herself about those deadly fists. Granted, she’d just eaten two hefty blows which told her a lot about how hard the redhead could punch. But that wasn’t enough to give away that she was a talented boxer. Then again, there was just as good a chance knowing that wouldn’t have changed anything in the slightest for Bacchus. Logical thinking and approaches weren’t a common thing for her in combat, particularly when she was as drunk as she was now.

But it didn’t seem to matter much either way, because when Vanessa came back in she didn’t go for another big punch. Instead she threw one of her long, sexy legs out at her. As she was about to find out, that was a mistake.

Like Vanessa, Bacchus had quite a talent for a particular fighting style herself: taekwondo. Until now nothing in this impromptu brawl had shown any evidence of it. But when Vanessa threw her kick out, Bacchus suddenly dropped down as low as she could while swinging her own leg around in a quick, perfect sweeping motion, aiming to knock the one leg Vanessa had on the ground right out from under her.

The downside was that the quick spin of her body required to pull it off was going to leave her dizzy for a few moments, whether the leg sweep worked or not. But if that meant taking Vanessa off her feet and bringing her crashing down to the hardwood floor, it’d be worth it.

Something happened. Vanessa wasn’t sure what, but something happened.

She’d been moving in with her leg raised, perfectly poised to punt Bacchus in the chest, or if she was lucky, her smug face. It was hard to really gauge her aiming with her equilibrium all topsy-turvy, but even so, she wasn’t blind. And she didn’t think she was drunk enough to be seeing things that weren’t there. It seemed like a surefire thing.

But, then, all of the sudden, out of nowhere, Bacchus just...wasn’t there. And then she felt something hit her leg and then she was flying and then she was falling and then she was hitting the dirty-ass floor right on her back. Lovely.

Vanessa laid there for a scant second, hissing at the pain, trying to figure out what had just happened as she watched Bacchus twirl from the corner of her eye. Did the nutball just sweep her leg? It seemed that way, but it was hard to tell. It was so goddamn fast - it had to be the drinks. Messing with her head. No way she was that fucking quick.

With a grunt, Vanessa rocked back on her shoulder, brought her legs up, and did a quick kip up to her feet in a single motion, a move she’d been doing since she was a little girl...but never when she was pissed off, in both the American and English meanings. As such, she didn’t quick stick the landing, and wound up stumbling awkwardly forward with her arms flailing, right into Bacchus.

Bacchus executed that leg sweep so well you’d almost forget she’d just had god only knows how many drinks in the last half hour or so. That is, until she stood up and suddenly began to sway around dizzily as if the whole world was spinning around her. And from her own perspective, that’s exactly what it looked like it was doing.

Laughing through her drunken stumble, her hand caught the shoulder of one of the onlookers, momentarily allowing her to catch her balance until that same asshole shoved her back toward Vanessa, obviously caring much more about seeing the fight continue than he did about Bacchus’ ability to keep her balance. That also just happened to be right when the redhead sprang to her feet and came tumbling right toward her.

“Red,” as Bacchus had come to oh so affectionately call her, didn’t have anything remotely resembling a defense up to protect herself. Her arms wildly flailed about, and her legs weren’t any more balanced than Bacchus’. But the Chinese fighter was hardly in any shape herself to capitalize on it. So, instead of taking what otherwise could’ve been the most wide open shot at a knockout she’d ever been faced with, Bacchus could only stand there like a fool while Vanessa crashed right into her. And, already off balance herself, the collision toppled her over and forced a gasp of pain from her lips as it brought her down with a heavy crash, sandwiching her between the hardwood floor and Vanessa’s weight.

While all this was going on, there was one person in the bar who wasn’t quite so thoroughly entertained by the brawl as everyone else: the bartender. His attempts to shout over the cheering crowd to restore some order in the place had been completely drowned out and ignored. Now, unbeknownst to anyone else, he was placing a phone call to the police. Only time would tell if Bacchus and Vanessa could finish this before they arrived.

In a few hours, when Vanessa was sleeping this off in a cell somewhere within the bowels of an impressively tidy police station, there would be few parts of this fight that she would remember all that clearly. Everything leading up to it and after it would be clear enough, but the actual fight would be a blur in her memory, like watching a movie in fast forward. Nothing but a mix of shapes and colors and shadows.

That is, except for this part. The part where Vanessa got up too quick, the two of them crashed to the floor, and she found herself on top of Bacchus.

Right on top of her. Chest to chest, legs to legs, face to face. If a picture had been taken at the wrong time, you could almost mistake it for a lover's embrace.

It only lasted for one, very awkward moment, but it was enough time for Vanessa to realize how soft Bacchus was, the way their breasts mashed against each other, the scent of good booze flowing out of those lips…

Then she snapped out of it, straddled the Chinese woman’s waist, and started unloading with punch after punch after punch, targeting that pretty face and those awesome breasts with rapid-fire strikes, grounding and pounding. Vanessa started this, and she had every intention of finishing it. She'd think about the way Bacchus' abs felt between her legs later. If she could remember it.

Bacchus wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened. One second she was kicking Vanessa’s legs out from under her and having a good laugh about it. The next she was falling backward and crashing down onto the hardwood floor with the woman laying right on top of her. Aside from the brief surge of pain that rocked her head and back, she didn’t hate the feeling of Vanessa’s body sprawled out over hers. And when the redhead adjusted herself and sat astride the Chinese drunk’s abs, she didn’t hate that either. Being trapped between Vanessa’s legs hardly seemed to be a bad thing in the slightest… Until the punches started raining down.

“Ugh!” Bacchus cried out as the first one smashed right into her jaw. Then one after another, similar blows landed over her face and chest. Several had already hit before her arms finally took the appropriate response and moved to cover her face. By then she was already in a daze, and the punches targeting her chest still found their mark. Each strike forced a fresh cry from her lips. And the more she took, the less her defense held out. Her arms started getting knocked around with ease, leaving her open for another punch before they had time to get back in front of her face. Her vision was starting to fade. It wasn’t going to take much more of this onslaught before Bacchus was cold.

Most would probably have started worrying well before this point. But Bacchus was a completely different animal. Suddenly her hands shot up, aiming to latch onto Vanessa’s pretty red hair. In the process they would uncover her face. It was largely covered with blood by now, yet her lips were stretched into a wide, deranged grin.

“COME HERE!” she’d shout, before attempting to pull Vanessa’s head down while throwing her own skull up to deliver a vicious headbutt! She could only hope that’d be enough to knock the redhead loopy and end the merciless barrage of punches. Because Bacchus damn sure wasn’t going to be in any shape to defend herself after that.

It was weird. Well, this whole entire situation was weird, but in particular Vanessa found one aspect stranger than the rest.

There she was, on top of Bacchus, pummeling her, beating like a tin drum. This wasn’t that weird for her. She’d been in dozens of bar fights in her time, put men and women on the floor, tore through them just like she was doing now. She was rarely this inebriated while doing so, but that wasn’t a big deal. Her body knew what to do, worked well on reflex. She was used to the rush, the excitement, the thrill.

But that tingle, that was a new thing. That strange, unmistakeable heat between her legs. She’d never gotten off on violence before, she wasn’t a sadist, so why the sexual urge. It wasn’t even like she’d never been on top of another woman like this before…

The booze. Had to be the booze.

Whatever the case, she had little time to ponder it before Bacchus retaliated in a very direct manner, introducing her forehead to the tip of Vanessa’s nose in brutal fashion. The redhead cried out and flopped to the side, cradling her face as the blood began to flow.

The tingle was still there.

Bacchus had experienced no shortage of hangovers over the course of her young life. They were by far the worst part of her morning routine, without any doubt. But even she couldn’t recall a time in which her head had hurt anywhere nearly as bad as it did now. Between all the drinking, the sledge hammer-like punches to her face, her falls onto the hardwood floor, and now the massive headbutt just to top it all off, it probably wouldn’t be crazy to think the last few minutes might have just shaved a small bit of time off her lifespan.

Even still, despite all the pain surging through her and the blood covering her otherwise pretty face, Bacchus was still smiling. Yeah, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d hurt so much in the head, but she also couldn’t remember the last time she’d had this much fun. So much about this encounter had just been perfect, especially getting to roll around with a gorgeous babe like Vanessa - despite her earlier juvenile taunts about the redhead’s age. As she laid there on the dirty floor, the only thought running through that aching head of hers was that there was just one more thing that could really spice something like this up and make it perfect. But there were two obstacles preventing that from being a possibility. First was the fact that moving any part of her body took far too much effort on her part. And the second was indicated by the sounds of approaching sirens and flashing blue and red lights. Seconds later the door burst open and in rushed a few police officers, finally arriving in answer to the call made earlier by the bartender.

“Heh...Guess the party’s over…” Bacchus managed to say with a slight chuckle while the crowd dispersed, many leaving the bar altogether while others simply moved out of the way and watched from a safe distance as the officers went to work. Some hands grabbed onto Bacchus, and had she not been through this song and dance before she might’ve thought they were about to help her up. But, not at all surprisingly to her, they instead rolled her onto her front and moved her wrists behind her back, then bound them together with a pair of cold handcuffs. The officer standing over her began to speak in Japanese. Bacchus didn’t understand it, but she imagined it went something to the effect of, “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, bla bla bla, etc etc.”

She didn’t offer any resistance as she was dragged up to her feet and led toward the door. But she did glance back toward Vanessa with a bloody smirk to offer a quick farewell while she could.

“That...was pretty wild. Let’s do it again sometime, Red, heh...” Bacchus said before getting shoved out the door and led to the back door of a police car. The door was opened for her, and the officer impatiently spoke to her in Japanese again, though once again the language barrier wasn’t really an issue here. “Yeah yeah, I know the drill,” she said, then groaned as she eased herself into the car and sat down. The door was slammed, then the cops got back in the car and drove her off. Some places tended to be more strict about this sort of thing than others. But Bacchus hadn’t started the fight, everything had stayed in the bar, and no one other than her or Vanessa had been hurt. So despite the chaotic scene, she was confident they’d just be held for the night and released in the morning. She hoped so, at least.

The sooner they got out, the sooner they could find a way to mix it up once again.