[He doesn't look like he's going to be much help. Hell, he doesn't look like he can walk, and now she's really pissed. Luckily, half the guys seem to be down, and the other half are at least a little wary, psyching themselves up to have another go. She's left at least two of them with broken bones, and honestly she'd like to do more in exchange for her own possibly--probably--broken arm, but right now she needs to go. They need to go.
And it doesn't look like he's making it out under his own volition.
Cursing again, she shoves away from the bar again, grabbing him by the collar and leaning in close.]
Can you walk on your own, or am I dragging your ass out of here?
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And it doesn't look like he's making it out under his own volition.
Cursing again, she shoves away from the bar again, grabbing him by the collar and leaning in close.]
Can you walk on your own, or am I dragging your ass out of here?