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Alexa sauntered up to him and punched his shoulder. “Screw you.”

“Hey. I’m still here, okay?” the second biker said. His friend was trying to pull himself upright against the man’s leg. The biker pushed him away. “Just wait,” he said with an irritated tone.

“Oh sorry,” Alexa said and walked towards him, the cue slung over her shoulder. She stood in front of him, her chin jutted out and her arm hanging by her side. “How may I help?”
 

The man shifted his weight uncomfortably from one leg to the next. He glanced at her and then back over his shoulder to the barman, who was busy on the phone.

“Uhm, I hear you snoopin’ around, askin’ funny questions,” he said as he thrust his face close to Alexa's, their noses touching. “What do you want, bitch?”

Alexa jabbed a finger in front of his face. “That’s no way to talk to a lady,” she said, and threw an accusing glance at Neil. “Are you going to allow this piece of snake shit to talk to me like this?”

Neil just shrugged.

The biker shoved her chest. “Whadya just call me?”

Alexa growled. “Touch me one more time and you’ll be leaving here in a body bag.”
 

The card players stood up, mumbling, and shuffled towards the door.

“Oh yeah? You and which army, bitch?” he said, and shoved her again.
 

She looked back at Neil, who was leaning against the pool table, obviously enjoying the show. She pointed at him, holding the cue to her side. “You’re next.”
 

Neil shrugged.

Alexa flicked the weighted bottom of the cue upwards and caught the man flush in the balls. He crouched, clutching the family jewels. She grabbed his beard, and ripped his head towards the floor. She jerked a knee up, connecting solidly with the nose. She looked down at the second man writhing on the floor, then pointed at them with the cue. “Now you two look like twins.”
 

She swung the pool cue over her shoulder and sauntered towards Neil. He held his hands up in a defensive posture.

The card players opened the door and sunlight flooded in. Neil heard the familiar wail of a police siren outside. The car screeched to a halt in front of the bar and car doors opened and slammed shut. A cop ran in, scanning the room, gripping a gun with both hands. The barman pointed towards them, and the cop nodded and marched towards the pool tables.

“Now, who is the troublemaker then?” he bellowed.

The two men on the floor pointed at Alexa.

The cop marched up to Alexa, removing his cuffs from a buckle on his belt. He started reciting Alexa her Miranda rights. A female cop kept a close eye on them from a distance, her gun pointed to the ground.

Neil walked in between Alexa and the cop. “Officer, you’re taking this too far.” He nodded at the two men on the floor. “These rednecks harassed my girlfriend.”

The cop looked at Neil, then at the men on the ground. His name badge said ‘Morris.’ He grinned at Neil. “Yeah, sure looks like it.”
 

Neil grabbed the man’s wrist and pulled the cuffs from his hand.

The female cop pulled a taser from her holster and pointed it at Neil. “Do not make me use this…”

Neil glanced over his shoulder. “Try.”

Alexa gently pushed Neil aside. “Let it go, baby.” She held her hands in front of her. “Let’s get this over with.”

Neil pursed his lips, but did nothing. He slapped the cuffs into Morris’ open palm, then snorted in disdain.

They cuffed Alexa and the female officer led her outside.

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