political goons

Well Dressed Man

Your name: submit What is this?

Lights were flashing all around the large room. Music so loud you could feel it in your chest. It was hot, bodies against bodies moving to the rhythm. The alcohol was having an effect on you, no doubt about that. This wasn’t your usual scene, but after some convincing from your friends, you decided to go. 

After a while the heat was getting to you, combined with the decent amount of alcohol you consumed, you felt light headed. “I’ll be right back,” you yelled to one of yours friends. They nodded, asking if you wanted someone to go with you. You shook your head saying you’d be fine.

Once outside you embraced the cold evening. It was a nice break from the heat. You leaned against the wall looking up at the night sky. “Oi, lass.” You heard a male voice yell. You looked over and saw a group of three men coming towards you, each in their mid to late twenties. “What’s a good looking girl like you doing out here? Ya need some company?”

You rolled your eyes, “No.”

The leader, so you presumed, was suddenly in your face. Both his arms trapping you against the wall. “Oh come on, my mates and I are just looking for some fun. I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

“Let me go,” you growled. 

“Come on sweetheart.”

“I’m not your sweetheart,” you punched him in his gut making him double over. You took your window of opportunity to run. Unfortunately you made the mistake of wearing heels, so within a moment one of his goons grabbed you and threw you to the ground. “Not so fast love.” One of his men stood over you with a large grin on his face. “That wasn’t very nice. James, I think we need to punish this one.”

James, their leader, let out a few coughs before standing over you as well. “I think you’re right Doug.” You watched in horror as both started to take off their belts.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Another male voice called out. Both men above you looked over their shoulders. “It’s not very polite.”

The third goon walked up to the well dressed man, getting in his face. “You better walk away boy, while you still can.”

Within one fluid movement the goon was on the floor. “Now, I’ll warn the remaining two of you, let the girl go. If you do I’ll leave with her and you’ll both walk away with very minimal injuries.”

“Why you little scumbag,” both James and Doug lunged at the well dressed man. Neither of them could touch him. It wasn’t long before the third man recovered and joined the fight. It was like nothing you had ever seen before. Within five minutes the three goons were out cold and not a scratch was on the well dressed man.

“Well, I tried to warn you.” He slowly made his way to you, crouching down to your level. At first you flinched, moving away slightly from him. “It’s okay, I’m not here to hurt you.” He extended his hand to you. “My names Eggsy.”

Reluctantly you took the mans hand. “I’m y/n.”

“What a lovely name,” he helped you to your feet. 

You blushed, “Thank you.”

“Are you here alone y/n, or with friends? I can help you find them, wouldn’t wanna leave you alone.”

“My friends, they’re inside.”

“Great,” he gave you a lovely smile. “I’ll help you find them.”