About sisters, hardcore and a bottle of whiskey

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While Charlotte was busy trying to calm Nerissa down, Astrid focused on the brunette. It wasn't hard to guess that it wasn't just a bar fight, but a drunk bar fight. And although the blonde had no intentions of intimidating this woman unknown to her, she really hoped that the brunette would not do anything stupid. However... that didn't stop Alice from making a move on Astrid.

"Don't move." Astrid's voice was as even as possible, but it was clear from her tone that she was serious about this request.

But it was successfully ignored. When Alice took another step forward, swinging her fist, absolutely everyone understood it. Nerissa, Charlotte, the bartender and the bar patrons. But first of all, it understood Astrid, who immediately put her right leg back.

The blonde had no prejudices about lightweights. At least for the reason that Miranda gave her a damn tough match, despite her size. However, the situation was completely different now. Due to the fact that Alice and Nerissa were both drunk, alcohol equalized their positions. But Astrid didn't drink that night. At least for now. And she had great doubts that Alice knows the drunken master style.

Therefore, nothing prevented Astrid from taking half a step back, thanks to which the brunette's fist found nothing but air. The Norwegian woman's lips curled into a smile, her lavender eyes seemed to turn red for a moment. The reason for this was the fact that she clenched her own fists.

And it wasn't hard to guess that she intended to use them. Turning sharply to the left, she bent her right arm at the elbow. Under Nerissa's wild screams and Charlotte's stunned look, Astrid intended to demonstrate that different weight categories exist for a reason by sending a hard right hook to the brunette's left cheek!

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The bar went silent as Alice punched Astrid, with the Brit not realizing the gravity of her situation…or trouble she landed herself into. As she saw Astrid’s smile, the small woman’s face turned to a scowl…and quickly turned into a surprise as she finally realize just how screwed she was.

The hook sent Alice flying…but as she landed close to where the “crowd” of the bar was standing, they realized that the already bloodied woman was barely moving. With a mix of repeated blows to her head and alcohol, it seemed like the large blonde knocked Alice out!

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It was known that Astrid had a truly fiery temperament. She was like Nerissa in that. However, the truth was that outside the ring she was somewhat less belligerent. Therefore, she was rarely the first to get into a fight.

But she never refused to fight if someone openly went at her with fists. Yes, she could, following Charlotte's example, try to catch the brunette in a hold, thereby neutralizing her. But it was not in the style of the Norwegian woman because she preferred to solve most issues radically.

She managed to see Alice's expression change. At the very last moment, the brunette realized that she should not have gone into such a direct attack. But it was too late. The blonde's right hook slammed into Alice's cheek with such force that the brunette literally flew to the side. And this time she remained motionless. The entire bar went silent for a few moments, until...

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO???!!!" Nerissa screamed.

Charlotte, pursing her lips, relaxed her arms and released Nerissa. Even though the Native American woman had a terrible temper, she still had some honor. Therefore, Charlotte was sure that Nerissa would not attack someone in an unconscious state. And she was right, because instead of approaching Alice, Nerissa, staggering from side to side, approached Astrid.

"She was mine!" She said, roughly poking the blonde in the shoulder, which earned Astrid a displeased look. "Now everyone will say that I can't kick an arrogant bitch's ass without help! Fucking thanks, Astrid!"

"Why do you care, huh?" The blonde grinned. "By the way, you're bleeding."

"Why are you both constantly looking for trouble on your asses?" Charlotte asked with a heavy sigh, handing Nerissa a napkin. "And who is it anyway?"

Instead of answering, Nerissa pressed the napkin to her lower lip, and then approached the brunette. The patrons of the bar parted to the sides, not wanting to deal with her. There was obvious indignation on the face of the Native American woman because of everything ended this way. It was just between her and Alice. No other way.

"Meet Alice Gaster, Clara's sister." She finally replied.

Astrid and Charlotte exchanged glances. Now the situation has become clearer for them. They were well aware that the defeat from Clara had hit Nerissa's pride hard. An interesting coincidence.

"Hey!" The bartender shouted. "I've had enough problems for today, get out of here before I call the police!"

"What did you just say?" Nerissa was indignant.

"Enough!" Charlotte interrupted her. "Let's go, you're completely drunk..."

"One more word, pink cunt, and I..." Nerissa clenched her fists and took a step towards the Frenchwoman.

"What should we do with her?" Ignoring Nerissa's behavior, Astrid asked.

Nerissa plunged into thought for a second, but then she took out her phone and began actively typing something. Half a minute later, the Native American woman smiled sarcastically and put the phone back in her pocket. After paying for the drinks and leaving a tip for the inconvenience, she put on her jacket and headed for the exit, while Astrid and Charlotte looked at her with obvious bewilderment.

"I took care of it." Nerissa said cryptically.

Suddenly, Astrid and Charlotte's phones vibrated at the same time. Taking them out of their pockets, they looked at the notification. The blonde grinned, and the Frenchwoman pursed her lips in displeasure, clearly disapproving of such things. Under the oppressive silence, the three friends left the bar.

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Needless to say, when Clara Gaster arrived to the bar about an hour later, she wore an expression of tired, quiet anger on her face. Thankfully for Alice, her older sister wasn't sleeping. Clara barely got an hour of sleep nowadays, as the Apex tour was starting in a few weeks. Newcastle's show. one where her match took place, wouldn't take place until later in the worldwide tour...meaning Clara had to be separated from her girlfriend for a few more weeks.

But as she still tried to sleep late at night, and got a notification on her twitter about her sister lying bloodied in a random bar. She verified the claim, with several of the same bar patrons tweeting about the situation, and a major news site reporting on it.

Thankfully, the bar owner did not call the police when she arrived, instead laying Alice in the back. Alice has already woken up by the time she arrived, sitting on a bench holding a towel to her bloody nose.

"I---"

"No."

Alice immediately shut up:

"Not. A. F---Freaking. Word."

Alice grit her teeth, bowing her head to the owner of the bar who also entered the room, who rightfully told her: "Never set your foot here again". Alice nodded, and left the room. Alice stayed here, getting the money to cover Alice's tab and damages. As the Gasters left the bar, they had weird looks their way, as many bar patrons left them weird looks as the two of them left in the car Clara parked nearby...