I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
The bar doesn't need a disco ball: Nova is doing an excellent job all on her own, light her glittery sparkles absurdly eye-catching as she spins across the dance floor. They certainly catch Koa's attention; he finds himself watching amusedly at her spinning, giggling form, finding her absolute abandon charming, in an almost childish way.
But beneath the amusement there's something else, something sharper and less fun. A soldier's vigilance is a hard thing to shake off, and Koa's seen enough men (and some women, let's be honest) act like absolute fuckwads when drunk to keep an eye on things. Especially when a girl like Nova is involved, all radiance and innocence, the perfect prey for a piece of shit.
The crowd moves as the music changing, and Koa finds himself starting up onto his feet as he loses sight of the blonde. Before he can remind himself that this is not his problem and he is not on duty he's pushing into the swarm, moving with practiced authority through the revelers toward where he last spotted the girl. There- he catches a glimpse of glitter beyond the broad backside of a clearly inebriated man, and it doesn't take a professional bouncer's experience to see exactly what's going on.
Koa's hand lands on the drunk man's shoulder, pulling him back far enough to create a space between him and Nova - a space that Koa could easily step into, should the need arise. "I believe it's time for you head home," he says mildly, but his voice, eyes, and body language carry the calm authority of somebody who has done this many times, and has no interest in your shit.
But beneath the amusement there's something else, something sharper and less fun. A soldier's vigilance is a hard thing to shake off, and Koa's seen enough men (and some women, let's be honest) act like absolute fuckwads when drunk to keep an eye on things. Especially when a girl like Nova is involved, all radiance and innocence, the perfect prey for a piece of shit.
The crowd moves as the music changing, and Koa finds himself starting up onto his feet as he loses sight of the blonde. Before he can remind himself that this is not his problem and he is not on duty he's pushing into the swarm, moving with practiced authority through the revelers toward where he last spotted the girl. There- he catches a glimpse of glitter beyond the broad backside of a clearly inebriated man, and it doesn't take a professional bouncer's experience to see exactly what's going on.
Koa's hand lands on the drunk man's shoulder, pulling him back far enough to create a space between him and Nova - a space that Koa could easily step into, should the need arise. "I believe it's time for you head home," he says mildly, but his voice, eyes, and body language carry the calm authority of somebody who has done this many times, and has no interest in your shit.
Koa Carpenter
If that's your girl, better watch your back
'Cause she'll burn it up for me, and that's a fact
'Cause she'll burn it up for me, and that's a fact
