Hunting with Prey (G/t)(on hold)

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The art is NOT MINE! This is actually a really gorgeous picture created by Octoberink. I am not taking credit. All credit goes to them. They are a great Artist and writer. This picture just really reminded me of the premise I was going for in my book.

"Barkeep! Another round of mugs over here!" A waitress in a run-down brown dress with some fraying at the bottom walked over with a tray of over foaming beers. The liquid was falling down the side of the mugs, yet not so much that the men would complain about losing the tangy substance inside. To make sure she appeased her customers the waitress made sure she bent down every time she placed down a mug in front of the circle of men. With every action, she made sure something was showing for eye candy. She would purposely lean over a gentleman's lap or "accidentally" have her cleavage fall out, but not to the point she was showing everything. Just enough to make the dogs curious for her body.

Apparently, the woman was too much of a tease, because one man grabbed her around the waist pulling her close to his own body. At first, the woman laughed along but pushed at his grubby hands to get them off. With her struggling movement, it was like the guy registers he had more power over her. She watched as a smile crosses his face while pulling her closer, causing her to stumble into his lap. "Ummm heh. I would love to join you gentleman...but I must get back to my work." she attempted to pry the hand off her leg as she struggles.

"Oh come now. I will compensate you for your troubles my lady." he pulls her closer...to the point she could feel him get excited. " Just stay and have some fun."

The men who were watching this action and only laughing along suddenly stopped. These four men were the loudest in the whole pub, so when all three stopped talking and laughing it was a  noticeable change to the dominant male and women.

"Come on pig. Just let her go." the male demonstrated a wider smile than before clinging onto the woman like she was a prize he won, but just as fast as his actions appeared they diminished. He still held the girl in his grasp but lightly. His back went straight up with shivers going down. The man had heard a click behind his back then a sharp edge put to the back of his head. "You heard me. Now. Release the girl. Pick up your drink and continue being the bastard of the bar everyone secretly hates."

Behind him was a woman that was about a foot shorter than himself, and he was a good six foot, with blond hair like the sun. It seemed almost unnatural with how bright it was. The only explanation a person would have is her hair was naturally blond or even a very light brown and she was outside too long for days on end, so it became this light, almost white looking hair. As she circled to the front of the man his eyes trailed down her body. She wasn't petite, but it was obvious she was very flexible and naturally talented at stealth. He was trying to scale her body and admire what he could see, but his eyes stopped at what she held in her hands. A crossbow. One aimed right at his heart now.

She extended her hand out just for the women, who took it very apprehensive, probably thinking the man wouldn't let her go so easily.

"Go on. Just be more careful." she gave a small smile, but when the man-made a movement to grab her again she frowned and shoved the arrow onto his chest. She didn't penetrate his clothing, but he could definitely deal with the sharp edge. The women scrambled up off his lap, practically running away.

The man used his hand and easily pushed aside her crossbow with a sigh. "What are you wanting little lady? It's dangerous to be handling something like this."

She glanced back at him, wanting to so badly move the arrow back up towards his neck, but she knew his fear factor was gone now. He wasn't even giving her a second thought. So instead she allowed the bow to hang to her side.