It started out innocently enough.
She and Isa were up on the dance floor doing their own thing. Kiesha had headed to the bathroom, Juliet had disappeared and Cleo was at the bar. Georgina was getting tired, but she didn’t want to leave. To go back to her lonely motel room.
Some guy moved behind Isa, wrapping his strong arm around her waist and grinding up against her. Georgina frowned, pausing. That seemed kind of forward. Maybe Isa knew him, though.
Then Isa suddenly grabbed at his arm, trying to pull it away from her.
“Get off me, Grabby Gary!” Isa’s face went red as she pushed at Gary’s hold on her.
Well, obviously she did know him. But it seemed that she definitely didn’t want him touching her.
Georgina wasn’t going to have that. Gary needed to learn some manners.
“Hey! Let her go!” Georgina grabbed his arm, tugging it away from Isa.
Why wasn’t anyone helping? She glanced around but they’d somehow become surrounded by a group of men.
“Let go of her!” she growled. “Last warning.”
“Fuck off!” Gary snarled at her, shoving her back. “Isa is mine.”
“I’m not yours! You’re an asswipe, Gary!”
“You’re mine, Isa.” He attempted to draw Isa around for a kiss.
Oh, hell no.
Someone bumped into Gary.
“Watch out, Mike!” he snarled.
“Hurry the fuck up, Gary!” Mike snapped back.
But it was all the distraction she needed. She grabbed Isa, pulling her back behind her.
“Hey!” Gary turned and reached for Isa and Georgina grabbed his arm then lowered her shoulder and flipped him over her shoulder. He landed on his back and lay there, still.
Had she actually hurt him? She looked down at her hands. These things might need to be registered as lethal weapons.
“Holy fuck!” Isa stared at her. “How the hell did you do that?”
She opened her mouth but then she saw Isa’s eyes widen. She turned, just as Gary got to his feet and charged towards her with a roar.
Shoot. Never take your gaze off the enemy. She blamed the pink flamingos.
Georgina dived to the side, grabbing Isa. They both fell against some of the other men, knocking them down.
“What the fuck!”
With a gasp, she looked over to see that Gary had crashed into a huge, tattooed man with a long beard.
This wasn’t going to end well.
For Gary.
“I was just . . . that bitch attacked me.” He turned and pointed at Georgina. He stepped back away from Big Beard, his hands out placatingly. “I didn’t mean anything by it, man . . . I . . . “
“Nobody touches Loki without his permission,” the big man rumbled. “Gary Larsen, prepare to die!”