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[ashfilledsoul-blog]

Blondes Have More Fun

@juliettelikethesun

The Pit was extra testosterone laden tonight. When Ash had first arrived and claimed a spot, she’d had no intention of fighting herself. By the third round she’d grown bored by the copy paste easy to predict matches. They were all pomp and circumstance, anger and puffed up ego. No real skill percent anywhere. She wanted to wipe their smug boy’s club grins away with a double edged razor. “You’re not really dressed to fight.” That’s what an idiot tried to tell her when she went to register. Ash set him straight with some colorful language and a twisting of his wrist. She was properly registered then, and moved up the queue to boot. Funny how people got so accommodating once you threatened to shove their own foot up their ass.

She owned the first match...and the second...and the third. Her lithe frame darted with finesse, she dragged it out and made it fun, took her opponents apart piece by piece. It was probably the most of the voyeurs bet against her the first few fights, but by the fifth they knew better. Ash had no interest in the money, waved away her cut when she was satisfied she’d shown these idiots what a fight should look like. A glow of power, of residue adrenaline, lingered as she left the ring and headed for the bar. Stray strands of hair were recollected into her ponytail as she ordered a drink. A blonde beside her caught her eyes...one of the only other women in The Pit.

“Her next drink is on me,” the vampire insisted as the bartender came to collect the woman’s empty glass. A smile was directed towards her. “You’re a new face,” she observed. “I take it you’re a recent addition to this picturesque little slice of hell”