Snippet #12924

Alisa slid over a Pepsi to Brandon, as he sat down at the bar. She spoke quietly as she tended to other fighters gathering at the stools.
"Smart. Dulled senses lead to a broken face."
Laughing, Alisa's free hand clenched as a man snatched a shot from her. Leaning over the counter to face the man in a split second; she spat at him.
"Snatch from me again, and it'll be me and you first round on the roster."
Alisa smacked him once across the face, automatically reaching for her knife in the pocket she had put it in.
When the man didn't retaliate, Alisa walked back over to her stool and sat down, taking out a magazine covered in advertisements from front to back cover.