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triskehale) wrote2020-03-02 12:46 pm
triskehale) wrote2020-03-02 12:46 pm
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for ygritte
Derek had given the guy a warning earlier in the night, when he couldn't take the hint after bothering some girl in a booth with her friends, and he only gives one warning.
Semele's zero tolerance policy was put into place so that the bar would be a place where humans and the supernatural could coexist harmoniously, without fear or worry, but since Derek took it over, he added his own clause. When someone is being an asshole to someone else, especially when it's because that person won't sleep with them, they get one warning to clean their act up.
But then this guy leans drunkenly against the bar and calls for Kira, clocking her as part fae, and Derek watches him closely.
"Fairies can't lie, right?" Kira, his beloved bar manager who has become like family to him, gives the man an unimpressed look. "So tell me, how hard do you like to get fucked?"
And that's it. Kira can handle herself, but this is Derek's bar, and he's already given the guy a warning. It's also close to a full moon, very close, so Derek's baser instincts are taking over. Right now, it's rage.
Derek walks by and grabs the guy by the back of his jacket, dragging him off of the bar stool and ignoring his shouts of outrage. The group of girls who Derek had rescued from him earlier cheer, and the guy twists and claws at Derek's arm as he tries to get his feet underneath him.
He keeps dragging him until they're outside, and then Derek whirls the guy around and grips the sides of his shoulders, lifting him up from the ground as if he weighs nothing at all. It's only then the guy shuts up, staring down at Derek with fear in his gaze as Derek's irises shift red.
"If I ever see you in my bar again, I will break both of your arms," he says with a growl, voice pitched dangerously low. "Tell me you understand." The guy only nods, and Derek snarls in his face. "Say it!"
"I understand," the guy says meekly, and Derek tosses him backward, watching as he lands on his back hard enough that the air is knocked from his chest. The guy gets up and runs off, leaving Derek standing there watching, shoulders heaving.
It's only then that he realizes someone else is there, watching him, and his eyes widen a bit when he turns to see a woman with red hair staring at him. He tries to make himself relax, blowing out a breath.
"Sorry," he says, almost sheepishly, letting his eyes shift back to their normal hazel. "I didn't know anyone was out here."
Semele's zero tolerance policy was put into place so that the bar would be a place where humans and the supernatural could coexist harmoniously, without fear or worry, but since Derek took it over, he added his own clause. When someone is being an asshole to someone else, especially when it's because that person won't sleep with them, they get one warning to clean their act up.
But then this guy leans drunkenly against the bar and calls for Kira, clocking her as part fae, and Derek watches him closely.
"Fairies can't lie, right?" Kira, his beloved bar manager who has become like family to him, gives the man an unimpressed look. "So tell me, how hard do you like to get fucked?"
And that's it. Kira can handle herself, but this is Derek's bar, and he's already given the guy a warning. It's also close to a full moon, very close, so Derek's baser instincts are taking over. Right now, it's rage.
Derek walks by and grabs the guy by the back of his jacket, dragging him off of the bar stool and ignoring his shouts of outrage. The group of girls who Derek had rescued from him earlier cheer, and the guy twists and claws at Derek's arm as he tries to get his feet underneath him.
He keeps dragging him until they're outside, and then Derek whirls the guy around and grips the sides of his shoulders, lifting him up from the ground as if he weighs nothing at all. It's only then the guy shuts up, staring down at Derek with fear in his gaze as Derek's irises shift red.
"If I ever see you in my bar again, I will break both of your arms," he says with a growl, voice pitched dangerously low. "Tell me you understand." The guy only nods, and Derek snarls in his face. "Say it!"
"I understand," the guy says meekly, and Derek tosses him backward, watching as he lands on his back hard enough that the air is knocked from his chest. The guy gets up and runs off, leaving Derek standing there watching, shoulders heaving.
It's only then that he realizes someone else is there, watching him, and his eyes widen a bit when he turns to see a woman with red hair staring at him. He tries to make himself relax, blowing out a breath.
"Sorry," he says, almost sheepishly, letting his eyes shift back to their normal hazel. "I didn't know anyone was out here."