"You look awful young to be a bartender."

Kassidee looked up at the man from behind the bar. Her blue eyes looking into his own. He wasn't bad looking, she thought. His light brown hair was messy, sticking up in all sorts of directions. His muscular arms suggested he was strong. He wasn't too tall, nor too short. But his best feature was his eyes. Raging seas of blue. Intense, but inviting.

But she wasn't going to fall for it.

"And you must be the fifth person tonight to say that," Kassidy replied, looking unimpressed at his attempt of conversation. "What can I getcha?"

"How about a beer, and your number?" the man asked, smirking at her. She rolled her eyes.

"How about just a beer and you walk away now while you're still able to have children?" she retorted, reaching down the bar to grab him his beer.

"Ooh, fiesty! I like that," he said, winking at her. "It was worth a try."

"It really wasn't," Kassidee said, smirking at him. "You gonna leave now?"

"After you tell me your name, at least," he replied, "please?"

His eyes went wide and he jutted his bottom lip out, his face now full pout. She couldn't help but smile and answer him.

"Kassidee. What's yours?" His lips curled into a smile.

"John," he replied.

"Well, John..." she started. She looked at him and beckened him closer. He leaned over the bar top and she leaned forward until her lips were nearly touching his ear and continued, "goodbye."

He pulled back and placed his hand over his heart, pretending to be deeply offended.

"Whatever you say, shorty," he said and gave her one last smile before walking away.

~~ * ~~

When her shift ended, Kassidee started across the dancefloor, towards the door. Halfway there, a pair of hands grabbed her from behind and yanked her back. The man, large, nearly twice her size, had her slammed up against the wall in seconds, his body pushed against her own. His hands started feeling up her body and her head was throbbing too hard from the impact to function. Only moments later, though, she was back on top of it. Her hands pushed hard on the man's chest, trying to get him off of her. He wouldn't budge. His hands reached down to her crotch, groping her through her pants, before he started unbottoning them.

"Get off!" she yelled, pushing harder and harder on the man's chest, to no avail.

The man's hand almost got down her pants before he was yanked away from her. She looked up, expecting to see one of the guys from security pulling the man away, but instead saw the man from earlier. John.

"How about," John began. His clenched fist slammed into the man's stomach and the man doubled over, and then he continued, "you keep - your dirty little hands - off my friend here."

Every few words, John rammed him knee up into the man's stomach. And, finally, he ended it all with a punch to the face. The man stumbled back, glaring, his eyes shifting between John and Kassidee. "You're fucking crazy," he spat, and then was gone.

All the people around them stared at John with wide eyes. Kassidee grabbed his hand and rushed him outside before security could get over to them. As soon as they made it outside, she dropped his hand from her own and looked over at him.

"Thank you," she said, looking down.

"You're welcome," he replied. A moment passed before either of them even made a noise. John cleared his throat. "Uh, nice underwear."

Kassidee looked up at him, her blue eyes wide. He brought his hand up and started motioning down, before awkwardly looking around. Kassidee looked down, not seeing what he was talking about."What are y-" she started, bringing her head up slowly. And then she saw it. "Oh! Oh god. I-Uh- Oh god." She quickly zipped her pants up and re-did the button.

"That's always lovely," she muttered. "Thank you. Again."

"It's no problem," he responded, smiling down at her. "I'll, uh, see you later, then?"

"Hey," she said as he started walking away. He turned back to her. "Want to go grab something to eat?"

Notes

Sorry it's crap.
But it's nearly five in the morning and I just suck at writing.
So, here, have a Clint gif I made.