Ducking to dodge the incoming fist, she swiftly counterpunched, landing a blow to the man’s stomach. The impact sent him sprawling to the floor, unable to get back up.
The crowd watching had never seen a bar fight before. Some took out their phones to record, while others whistled and cheered.
These troublemakers were all talk. When the police arrived, they slumped onto sofas, nursing their various injuries.
During the routine police questioning, several people clamored to assess their injuries. They claimed Hannah was the instigator, insisting they were in so much pain they could barely move.
“Miss, is this true?” the police officer asked Hannah, turning towards her.
Though she had just been in a brawl, Hannah looked entirely unscathed.
She smoothed her hair back.
“There’s security footage in the bar.
They started it. I was just defending myself. They’ve only got dislocated joints. Nothing serious. As a matter of fact, I know a bit about medical treatment. I could pop their joints back into place for free if they like,” Hannah said, smiling courteously.
Those men were silenced by her grin, their bravado suddenly evaporating.
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Owing to the surveillance footage and corroborating witness statements, Hannah was soon released. Meanwhile, Myrtle and her gang were taken in for causing a disturbance.
By this point, Lydia had sobered up and was waiting on the stairs of the police station.
When she saw Hannah emerge, she rushed over, guilt written all over her face.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize things would get so out of hand!”
Lydia clasped her hands together and bowed slightly.
“Are you alright?
Did they harm you? It’s all my fault, please don’t be mad.”
Hannah stood there, flicked Lydia on the forehead, and asked, “I’m fine. What compelled you to go to that bar—and with Alick too?”
“I didn’t want to go! That idiot leveraged his status as my fiance to coerce me. He said he’d tell my dad if I didn’t go. I was livid!”
Lydia stamped her foot in frustration.
“You helped me blow off some steam, at least. My dad inexplicably favors him, even though Alick is just a clueless playboy. Myrtle also provoked me, so I ended up drinking more than I should’ve,” Lydia fumed.
Catching Hannah’s expression, Lydia lowered her tone and said, “I promise I’ll be more careful next time. Don’t be mad, okay?”
Hannah wasn’t actually angry. Seeing her friend so remorseful, she simply patted Lydia’s hand.
“Let’s forget it for now. I’ll take you home.”