Barrel of Monkeys-A Danica Fall story
“Don’t fuck with Dani.”
The bar was crowded with nothing but lowlifes. The occasional sound of glass breaking was muffled by the noise of people laughing, shouting and swearing. The room was packed full of thieves, ex-cons or gang members enjoying a night of heavy drinking. The Barrel of Monkeys use to be a nice sports bar with stand up on Thursdays, but the owner was forced to sell when the neighborhood went bad. It didn’t take long before it was bought and it began a new reputation as a place to go for a drink where there weren’t any cops.
“Dude, I’m serious man, don’t fuck with her.” The smaller of the two at a table near the door pleaded. He was a thief. A damn good one too and knowing certain things kept him out of jail. More importantly, it kept him alive.
This included things he knew about Danica Fall that his very drunk friend didn’t. He tried to act casual as he looked towards the door, eyes flicking briefly over the tall woman with the black and white dreadlocks. Her tattooed lithe form was lounging against the side of the entrance; partly in the shadows cast by the poor lighting in the room. Thankfully, she seemed not have heard the conversation so far.
“Bitch was staring at me. Saw it.” The man slurred, tipping slightly to one side in his seat. He recovered, moving his massive six foot five inch frame closer to the table and reached for his beer with a heavily scarred and muscled arm.
“Trev man, you just got out of jail! I know you need to blow off some steam but this ain’t the way. We’re suppose to be celebrating your release! Lets just go grab some food man, my treat!”
The words had no affect. Draining what was left of his beer Trev heaved himself up letting the bottle fall from his hands and roll away. He took a few cautious steps and succeeded in not falling over. Feeling more sure of himself, his face split into an intimidating sneer as he lurched towards the door. Despite being nearly blackout drunk and each footstep causing him to sway and hunch forward, Trev was still an imposing sight. He’d been in jail several times, this last one a full 4 years, and he was known by most at the bar there as a pretty mean bastard. His rather crooked path finally ended and he leaned forward, his rank breath coming out hot and heavy.
“Hey bitch, saw you looking at me just now.” He was just a bit taller than Dani and what little light that was framing her was now cut off. “Talking to you whore! Who do you think you are!?”
Dani’s body stayed against the door frame. Nothing, not even a twitch, indicated that she’d heard a single word. Trev’s eyes glazed over a bit as he worked out what this meant. It took a full minute before he came to the conclusion he was being insulted and another 30 seconds to decide to do something about it.
“Gonna teach you some respect, slut!” He shouted, leaning back and then diving forward reaching for Dani, a wicked grin on his face.
A hand, palm up, fingers slightly curled, shot upwards connecting under the drunk giants jaw and snapping his head back. Dani dipped slightly to her right, coming out from under her attackers arms and continued until she stood behind him. Her own arms moved across her vest unsheathing two daggers hidden in the folds. They fell to her sides, held loosely, light gleaming off the sharp edges. A simple push of a boot to his ass sent him falling forward and onto his knees. Hands hitting the wall, he caught himself, the rotting wallpaper flaking away under his fingers. With the ease of hundreds of hours of practice she let loose the two blades; each driving through the back of Trev’s hands up to the hilt. The drunken idiots grin had disappeared, replaced with one of confusion as he stared at the wall right in front of his face, hands stuck at different heights. His face screwed up in an oddly intense expression as his brain tried to work out what was happening. He didn’t wonder long as a sharp blow landed on the back of his head, driving his mind into the black of unconsciousness.
The whole event had only taken seconds, but had not gone unnoticed. In fact, the bar had gone completely still with each patron frozen and staring.
Dani lowered her combat boot from above Trev’s shoulders. His head had been kicked clean through the cheap plaster and into one of the studs, cracking it. The limp body now hung, tacked to the wall by his hands, like a marionette with tangled strings. A room full of eyes followed her as she reached down to grab a piece of splintered wood, jamming it under a fingernail as she walked to the opposite side of the door and once again leaned back.
The stunned silence was interrupted by the sound of something wet hitting the floor. Snickering and light laughter began to break out after people followed the noise and found the source. Trev had pissed himself.
That was all it took. The pub erupted as everyone laughed and roared their approval; fists shot into the air, some raised glasses towards her before drinking them down. Dani acknowledge none of the revelry that was done in her name and soon the crowd went back to their tables, drinks or whatever else they had been up to. There was a new level of respect in the air though and it seemed the Barrel of Monkeys’ newest batch of customers finally understood. It made sense now why their friends had been enjoying themselves here the last few days. And it had become quite clear what they had meant when they had said
“Don’t fuck with Dani.”