Crazy Girl

"Put that stool down and get out!" I noticed the Senior pointing a long-barreled gun straight at the cropped-hair punk. I hadn't seen when he'd drawn the weapon. "Now!" the Senior shouted assertively, causing the punk's face to go pale. Reluctantly, he put the stool down, picked up his bleeding friend, and helped him stagger out.

 

"Do you know her?" the Senior asked me, lowering his weapon and glancing at Gris.

 

I grimaced, "She's a patron of Cafe Eve."

 

The Senior looked at Gris and then at her arm, which bore no distinguishing marks. He leaned in to whisper to me, "Is she from BtP?"

 

My eyes followed Gris, who was watching the two punks exit while flipping them off. "She's a superhuman and a member of BtP," I replied.