18Metal Studs and ForeplayThe first drunk collided with Tazia as she approached the club. He’d magnetically weaved his way toward her doing his best, it seemed, to make contact. Two steps from her, he lurched sideways, lost balance, and hopped a couple of steps on one foot before crashing against her shoulder.
There was swift retribution. Her metal-studded boot kicked his ass so hard he’d caught air and bounced off the cracked pavement before coming to rest against the side of an abandoned Chevy van.
The second drunk had come off worse.
Compared to Tazia's slight frame, he was the size of a half-ton pickup. He’d spotted her as he took the final step up from the club’s entrance. Fly wide open, he made a beeline for her intent on proving his masculinity. His lolling tongue was matched by
