Page 60 of Defended By Bam
Linny clutched my hand as she dragged me around, looking at the different gear and shirts for sale. We stopped for a concert and there was another event after that, so I grabbed us some drinks.
Linny and Allie danced around, not too far from us. Butterbean and I were watching them and listening to the music.
Someone smacked my ass, so I turned around. Two women in American flag bikini tops, cut-off shorts, high ponytails with blonde and red hair stood, smiling and twirling their hair. “Hey baby, you look like a fun ride.”
Before I could tell them to keep their hands off me and get the fuck away, a flash of green, black, and red had flown around me. Linny and Allie stood, hands on one hip, a solo cup in the other.
“Did you touch him?” Linny asked.
One of the girls said, “Yeah. So?” They stood closer together with their chins jutted out.
“So,” Allie said, “That’s her Old Man, and I’m with that motherfucker, so you skanks need to find someone else to spread your crabs to.”
One of the bikini girls lunged at Allie, but Linny slung her cup at her. The beer splashed the woman’s face and hair, and then they were all in a wrestle quad smackdown.
The bundle of women punched and pushed, small pops of sound with each tiny fist connecting with something. Grunts and screeches came from the wily creatures as Butterbean and I tried to pull them apart.
A small crowd gathered but only about a minute or so passed before we pulled them apart and shoved the bikini girls away.
“Fuck you, bitch! We would’ve fucked you up if your daddies didn’t step in!”
Allie and Linny both tried to lunge for them again but we had a hold of them.
“Okay, okay. Show’s over, y’all,” I said, turning Linny to face her. She had scratches on her face and neck, her hair was messed up, and her face was splotchy. “You’re so pretty when you’re fired up.”
She was grinning, her eyes wide. “I’ve never fought a woman before.” Her whole body was trembling. “I don’t know why I’m shaking.”
“Just the adrenaline. You’re good.”
Allie grabbed her shoulders, pulling her from me. “That’s my girl right there.” She turned and yelled, “Skanks!”
Linny and Allie both giggled uncontrollably, and Butterbean and I just watched as the crowd dispersed. The music was still playing loud, so everyone lost interest fast.
They both straightened up, holding their bellies as they laughed. But Linny stopped, and the color drained from her face.
Allie grabbed her shoulders and started hauling her toward the porti-potties. “Welp, we jostled you too much. C’mon, hustle up.”
Butterbean and I followed behind, waiting for them to come out. My poor woman emerged after a few minutes, pale and pitiful looking.
“I think she yacked it all up,” Allie said. “But probably need to get her back to the house.”
I grabbed Linny’s shoulders, leaning down to look at her. “You okay, baby?” She nodded, so I asked, “You think you can hold on to me while we ride back?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry I ruined the night.” Her bottom lip trembled.
“Hey, hey, hey. You didn’t ruin anything. I just wanted you to have a good time.”
“I did. But I think I need a nap.”
“I need a fucking nap, too,” Allie said. She’d been up all night and if she only did a little speed to get to her through the drive, it would be wearing off soon.
Butterbean and I led them through the growing crowd, and finally made it to our bikes. Traffic was a bitch, so we took one of the side roads down to Back Beach Road to get back to the house faster.
Once I got Linny settled in our bed, I went to check on Sofie. “Hey. How’s your day been?”
“I got all wrinkly!” Sofie said as she held up her hands and wiggled her fingers.
“Let me see.” I grabbed her tiny hands. “You must have swam a lot.”
