“Lookit, you guys,” said the skinny one. “Lady boy thinks he’s a big man. You here to save the day?” He laughed and advanced on Raima, who took a subconscious step back, then cursed herself for doing so when Skinny laughed harder. “My hero” he mocked, lunging at Raima. She flinched. He reached for her arm. She pulled it away.
“Get off me,” she said.
“Or what?”
“Or fuck off is what,” Raima said.
“And who’s gonna make us?” the blond one asked. “Eighty pounds of faggot here, or the little spic with the princess crown?”