Nocturnal

Peter laughed, took a sip of his drink, put it down and back handed Casey across her right cheek. She fell to the floor with a loud thud and felt her cheek start to bleed. Markus knelt down to see how Casey was and she batted his had away and with a scowl said, "Don't touch me you jackass, you brought him here." "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean..." Just as he was going to say something else Peter kicked him in the ribs and he flew across the room into a booth. A movement at the side of the bar caught Casey's eye. A tall, thin framed, auburn haired woman was going towards Markus but then changed her direction and started walking towards Peter. She was dressed in a black leather tank top and a short black leather skirt. All Casey could see were legs that went all the way up. 'Damn she must be at least six foot.' Michael answered, 'What did you say?' Casey shook her head, 'Nothing sorry.' Then it was quiet and she heard her ask, "Can I help with that?" Peter answered, "Be my guest Angel." Angel walked by Markus who had made it back to the bar and gave him a kiss, "Don't worry lover I'll be easy with her." Casey stupidly responded, "It figures you'd pick a tramp to replace me. Are they at least real?" After Casey had said this she wish she hadn't. Casey was still on the floor when Angel finished her walked over and kicked her in the other cheek, which made two things happen. It split the other cheek open so Casey was bleeding form both sides now and it sent her flying over a pool table crashing into a wall. Casey just laid there bleeding and decided to play at being passed out, so she could give herself time to figure out what to do next.