All in the eyes

Two for one special

Misha weaved through the crowd of burly truckers and found his way to the exit. He pushed the door open and was hit with the cool night air. As he looked to the right, he saw Carmen in a group of people.

An older woman beside her lit the cigarette between Carmen’s red lips and she thanked her. As she looked up she saw Misha by the door, she waved bye to her friends and approached him with a smile. “You had me worried, I was starting to think you weren’t going to come,” she said.

“Well I had to mull it over,” he replied with a slight grin.

“I thought maybe I had come on too strong and given you the wrong idea,” She said and touched his shoulder.

“And what idea would that be?” he asked and raised an eyebrow.

“That I’m a working girl,” she said with a laugh.

“It may have crossed my mind,” he said and chuckled.

“Well trust me that’s not the case, I’m just confident and when I see what I want I go for it,” she said and leaned in close, she pressed her soft lips against his cold cheek.

He smirked. “I can’t say I don’t like a confident woman,” he said and placed a hand on her side.

“Let’s get out of here, and I’ll show you just how confident I can be,” she whispered into his ear.

“Why not, sound like a plan,” he said.

“Great, I just need to grab something from my car,” she said and looked at him. “Its parked in back, I’ll be quick,” she said and started to walk towards the side of the bar. She stopped in her tracks a few feet from him and turned to face him. “I know this may sound dumb but would you mind walking with me just to keep me safe, there are a lot of drunk assholes around?” she asked with an innocent smile.

“Yeah sure,” he replied and started to walk towards her.

She smiled and spun on her heels. “Thank you so much, you’re so kind,” she said and continued to walk.

Misha walked after her, but instead of waiting for him to catch up she continued to walk several feet in front of him.

They were now in the alley between the bar and the condemned building beside it, the alley was large enough for a row of maybe five people and there were two large dumpsters on either wall. Carmen walked past the two dumpsters as Misha tailed behind.

“It’s just around back,” she said.

No sooner than when the words left her mouth two large men in biker garb emerged from the shadows behind the dumpsters and blocked his path. He quickly looked from them to Carmen who now stood behind them with a wide smirk on her face.

Misha eyed the two with blatant disregard, he looked between them to Carmen. He raised his eyebrow but her smirk remained, he nodded in acknowledgement. Finally, he looked towards the two mountainous men that stood before him. “Listen fellas, I’m sure we can handle this without resorting to violence,” he said and slide his hands into the pocket of his worn leather jacket.

The two men looked at each other and gave mutual nods before they moved towards him like a living wall.

“Alright, I guess not…,” he said and clenched his fists in his pockets. As the first one got within range Misha withdrew his hand fast and slammed it into the side of his attacker’s face.

The bigger man’s head whipped to the side and his redundant pair of sunglasses flew from his eyes. He adjusted his head and glared at Misha. “You just f****d up boy,” the man said and grabbed him by both his shoulders. He lifted Misha off the ground and slammed him into the alley wall.

Misha let out a gasp as his back hit the brick behind him. He didn’t hesitate and extended his leg against the biker’s chest and once he had leverage, he swung the other foot up and into the man’s chin hard.

The large biker dropped Misha and stumbled back, his hand clutched his chin.

Misha fell to the ground, his back against the wall. He slide up along the wall to stand.

The second biker charged in past his downed friend and rushed Misha with a right hook.

He dodged to the left, still against the wall. The bikers fist slammed into the brick followed by an audible cracking of bone. Misha wrapped his arm around the bikers and spun him around, his face slammed into the wall. The second biker pulled himself up and ran at Misha. He tackled him into the wall and kept him pinned.

Misha struggled against the larger man’s weight. He brought his fist together above his head and brought them down on the biker’s skull. He repeated the process twice before the man finally released him.

Carmen sneered at the scene before her, she exhaled her cigarette smoke. “You idiots are both twice his size, this is starting to look pathetic.”

Misha had made his way behind both his attackers. He stood beside the open dumpster. The two large men helped each other up. The larger of the two let out an aggravated grunt and charged at Misha.

Misha dropped low and launched his fist into the man’s chin.

It stunned the biker and threw him off balance.

Misha grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed his face down on the rim of the dumpster, he reached up and brought the lid down on him next.

The biker slid to the ground unconscious, his friend looked on wide eyed.

Misha wiped away the blood that had sprayed him in the face. “I think it’s fair to say this is your last warning. Unless you want to end up like your friend,” he said and gestured to the unconscious man with the broken nose.