"Strong Drinks & Stronger Hits: Elena and Ashley"

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley shook his entire arm, which felt numb after the strong upper that had knocked Elene to her knees. A smirk on her face, knowing quite well how effective the blow was. This bitch had the nerve to talk back after she was the one causing the whole problem to begin with? To hell with that!

"Now, that's what you get, blondie!" Ashley shot, walking closer to Elena, with a mixture of both excited and scared looks from the patrons around her. "Although... I'm not sure if you have learned your place quite yet!" She leaned down, looking to grab a handful of that golden hair when suddenly...

"Oughh... Fuck!" Her entire face was splashed with a shot of Vodka... soaking her features once again and momentarily blinding her right on the spot. Ashley's hand rose to her face instinctively.

"Damn... you!"

Ashley was unable to prevent what came next- Two thick arms coiled around her midsection in a tight embrace, and almost as if Elena suddenly turned into a charging bull, she was dragged with ease in the opposite direction. With the blonde wrestler driving the Brit back-first into the wooden bar counter. Prompting a loud cracking noise from the whole structure.

"Arghhh...!" A pained cry escaped Ashley's lips. She hunched over while grabbing the counter with one hand for support, and to keep herself from falling to the floor. Unfortunately... this gave Elena the perfect opportunity to capitalize. Rushing again like a bullet and slamming her arm against the Red Menace's chest with a powerful clothesline.

"Ooofff...!" The impact was strong enough to lift Ashley off her feet and send her scrambling over the counter, falling on the other side, away from the view of the crowd.

[Hitman45]

The decibel levels of the bar were perfectly in sync with the events transpiring inside from the moment Elena bumped into the redhead. When the blonde had the crimson wine flung at her, the people went dead silent. When she was shoved back against the table while trying to begrudgingly assist the taller lady, a hushed commotion occupied the closed space. And now, Elena managed to toss her foe onto the other side of the bar counter, which led to a two-pronged reaction: a pin-drop silence, followed by a wave of cheers and hoots aimed at both the ladies to goad them on further.

After all, this was free entertainment.

Elena remained hunched against the counter for a moment to let the heady rush from this impromptu brawl simmer down, observing the slumped redhead in the process. This wasn't done. Not by a long shot. At least not yet.

The blonde would mount the counter to look around, taking in everything from the invested mob of people to the cluttered, messy furniture scattered about. She was the centre of attention right now, and when Elena got her hands on a bottle of Whiskey from amongst the wide varieties of alcoholic beverages available, they all looked on with anticipation. She simply took a long sip, a loud exhale, put the bottle down...

"*smacks lips* Nice..."

And leapt. Aiming to crash onto the fallen woman with an Elbow Drop!

[Afterhoursclub]

The Red Menace was furious... and there were a bunch of factors that directly affected her mood: First of all, this bar sucked, there wasn't a single second that passed without Ashley regretting her decision to come here; Secondly, she had been entirely soaked with the only drink she had managed to get in the time she had wasted in this god-forsaken place; And third, she had just been launched across the counter, all the way up to the other side, hitting her head on the way down...

By the very same bitch who spilled the drink on her!

"You... fucking... ASS!" she yelled, but her words were drowned out by the uproar that followed her fall. Ashley pressed her palms against the sticky floor behind the counter and slowly started to rise. She looked up and saw her...

That goddamm blonde standing atop the counter, celebrating with a bottle in her hand as if she had accomplished anything besides pissing Ashley off. Ashley clenched her teeth with such force that her jaw started to ache.

"I'll show you!"

The redhead kept her eyes on Elena. Who suddenly put the bottle down and readied herself to attempt jumping over Ashley, but that split moment without paying attention gave Ashley the perfect opportunity to get back at her. Just before Elene could jump, the Red Menace made her move...

"Suck on this, Fucker!"

Ashley had grabbed the beer line connected to one of the barrels on the wall behind the counter and immediately pointed the sprayer directly at Elena's face. She pulled the trigger and in just a second, a strong stream of beer was shot straight at the woman's features...

[Hitman45]

Elena had to admit she felt the power in her hands from keeping the people around hooked to her every minuscule movement. After all, she was currently in the driver's seat, having knocked the taller, muscular redhead off her feet and onto the other side of the bar counter. The whole sequence till now kind of had a cinematic effect to it, which only got elevated when the blonde took a sip of whiskey, displaying a degree of nonchalance to the situation that went against the grain of what naturally transpired in such melees.

As much as it would look good in a video clip, this kind of indulgence mid-fight wasn't advised for a reason that Elena was about to see for herself, or more precisely, feel for herself.

The bottle was put back in its place, and the blonde was ready to get back into the thick of things. The redhead was already waiting for her, though. A fierce, infuriated cry rang around the closed, cluttered space.

Elena turned, her ocean blue pearls widened.

"Wha— *Splash* Aaghhhhh!!!"

*CRASH*

What followed was something that tore the roof of the bar. The decibels rang into the highest possible values. Because Elena was caught off-guard, thrown off the counter, and landed flat onto a table, which promptly gave way upon bearing her weight, thus reduced to mere debris. And this didn't happen from a push or her feet being tripped.

It was beer. A lot of beer. A heavy, high-pressure spray of the liquid from the beer line to be precise.

Elena remained unmoving for a while. Her mind blanked, not at all expecting to land this way, that too from being sprayed so hard. She could feel the cool, viscous trails of the liquid from head to feet, having gotten into every possible crevice of her. But that wasn't too bad, and something expected at wild parties. What put her in a real spot of bother was her back having eaten the hard surface of the wood, along with the head, to leave with a bleary vision and a spine complaining of the ordeal it just got put through.

"Hnnnh....Agh...What..what just...happened?"