What she was finding also was how one book led to another, doors kept opening wherever she turned and the days weren't long enough for the reading she wanted to do.
-Alan Bennett

"You're so tiny. Forget wolf girl, you're a puppy. How is it you don't blow away in the wind?" EJ sneers at me.

I stare at him blankly, a sharp-toothed grin on my face. "I wear lead-lined shoes."

"Wait -really?"

"Yes." He can't get much worse then this. "Bend over, turn around and I'll show you."

"Don't be so mad, it was only a joke." The stupid angel boy teases, leaning closer to me.

Anger sparks as his hot breath rolls over me, making me want to flinch. "And this is only a fist."

Sadly a large hand wraps around my bicep, stopping my movement before my knuckles can connect with Engel.

"What the f -Asher!" I scold him, trying to pull away so I can finish what I started. We're at a bar, a karaoke bar none the less, for a reason, fighting is mandatory. "Let me go."

My growl doesn't seem to work on him, in fact it does the opposite when I flash my teeth at him since a light blush comes onto his cheeks. "You don't scare me Liza, I know you won't hurt me." Asher says, then pulls me back onto his lap so I can't lunge across the sticky table and hurt Engel.

"You're the only thing that calms her down." EJ says, eyes narrowed at Gold in a way that makes me glare.

"That's not true, I'm sure there are other things or people." Asher says, not knowing how wrong he is.

"Not people, you're the only one that can touch her." The nice guy scoffs at this but says nothing. "And what's something that calms you down. Maybe I can try it."

"Oh um, ice water and sle-"

"Cool!" My cousin interrupts. And not even a second later Asher's full cup of cold water is thrown over my head, soaking my shirt.

One of the loudest growls I've given escape my chest as my now murderous eyes snap up to the stupid blond.

"Run." I snarl, knowing at this point I'm mad enough he needs all the time he can get.

So he does.

I'm able to keep myself rooted in place for three seconds before I snap, Asher struggles to keep me in place and accidentally lets go the second I let out a small hiss of pain from the grip he has on my wrists.

My feet are on the ground before he can stop me. Just as I reach the bathroom EJ dunked in, the one that doesn't have a lock on the door since there's stalls, I'm grabbed from behind and pinned between the wall and a cold chest as soon as Asher figures out how to turn me.

Instincts take over when it comes to what to do in the situation and I find my canines biting into Asher's neck before I can stop myself -not that if I had the opportunity I even would stop.

"Eliza-" I cut him off by clenching my jaw I bite down harder, my arms wrapping around him so I can grip onto his shoulder, which makes him gasp. "S-stop."

"Oh sorry." I pull away instantly but respond sarcastically. "Did I just stop you from doing something else you intended to do? And you got a little hurt from it. My bad."

Asher's hands tighten on my sides, dark green eyes attempting to glare at me -and failing. "This isn't funny."

"Neither is the fact you can now see down my shirt." I grumble, looking down to the now wet, see-through blue material and realize that more cleavage is showing than what I can deal with.

The fuck?

Tsk.

I'm wearing good underwear at least, another quick, comfortable set of black lace bra and panties -but they weren't supposed to be seen, just for something cool to wear and make me feel good.

Asher follows my line of view, eyes widening. "O-oh."

"Yeah," I smirk. "Oh. So...can I kill him now?"

"No um, maybe -Can you cover up for something?"

I raise a eyebrow, leaning back against the wall with my arms crossed. The hold Asher has on my sides loosened, until it's almost like he's hovering over my skin instead of actually touching me. "No. Why would I do that?"

"Because um...I'm saying please?"

"But you didn't say please." I pause, observing him. "Is it bothering you?"

"Yes." Asher says in a small voice, making my smirk grow.

"M'kay. So look away."

Somehow the golden boy finds it in himself to laugh at this, "Do you have any idea how hard you are to look away from Blue? Don't ask me to do the impossible."

Barely managing to stop the squeak from leaving my mouth means that I definitely can't stop the growing blush. But I can stop him from seeing my blush and attempt to quickly walk away, but then his hold on my sides don't let me.

"Gold," I whine, tilting my head away from him. "Let go."

Obviously hesitant to let go, or keep holding on, the nice guys freezes.

Snorting slightly at his internal dilemma I make a split second decision and grab his shoulders, pushing on them until he's the one pinned to the wall.

"What? Wolf got your tongue?" I ask as I see his dazed look. Asher shakes his head just slightly, eyes wide as I see goosebumps spread over his skin. "Too bad," I tsk, staring at his now parted lips. "I would love to have your tongue in my mouth right now. Sadly, it doesn't seem like that's happening."

Thankfully Asher looks mildly upset, or shocked, as I say this -probably because I rarely turn down a opportunity to kiss him. "What? Why not?"

"Because," I lean into him so only he- -and not the dumb blond creeping out of the bathroom behind me- -can hear me. "I have a ass to kick."

Before either can respond I twist around and grab Engel by his collar, dragging him stumbling and attempting to get out of my grip behind me.

Asher tries to keep up with us, but a large nice guy trying to get through a rude crowd doesn't work as well as smaller people who shove, like me.

And when people see my feral grin and sharp teeth, well, they don't think to shove back.

Sometimes I think people don't realize just how small I am until they actually take time to compare me to others.

I've noticed they think I'm bigger than I am because I act bigger than I am, like a house cat pretending to be a lion.

Which I'm definitely grateful for, otherwise my reputation and intimidation level would go down the drain.

Just like my dad, a lot of people are afraid of my blue eyes and last name.

In all fairness, they should be.

I lead EJ over to our table again, throw him in his seat before I grab a untouched ice water from a random table. "This is to make us even." I pour it straight over his head, making the stupid angel boy gasp and shrink on himself and his siblings laugh while Xander smirks. "And this is because you made me mad."

I punch him in the bicep, enough to make him groan and clutch the area and just enough to leave a bruise,

Obviously I don't handle anger well, but I also don't give a shit.

A bad feeling enters my chest, I instantly snap my head up and look for Asher.

Finding him a second later with his hands raise and a guy who's only slightly shorter than him shouting in his face with a fucking cigar in his hand.

The nice guy is pale with scared eyes and shaking hands.

Oh hell to the fucking to the no.

A growl rings out from my chest the entire time I storm over there, anger building in me until I nearly see red as I witness the beefy guy push Asher, the cigar dangerously close to his neck.

"Hey asshole," I shout, my voice a sharp snarl that has Cigar instantly turning around. "Duck."

"Quack?" He replies, instantly confused.

My fist knocks into his jaw faster than he could blink, sending the fat man on his ass.

Using my heel I stuff out his cigar, not feeling bad as I realize he's unconscious.

I do feel bad when I realize his three, just as tall just ad beefy friends rise to face me with smirks and ugly smiles but only because now Asher is more involved and it's twice as messy.

But hey, this is a bar.

Fighting is mandatory.

Before the first of the friends can even open his mouth to insult me I'm roundhouse kicking his jaw shut. Sending him crashing onto the booth they were seated on then the floor, a groaning barely conscious man.

I growl as one grabs my forearm, swinging me back into Asher with a force I'm sure that winds him. The golden boy takes it well and holds onto my waist tightly, letting me kick the man approaching us in the face.

He's not unconscious but I can practically see the way his head spins and know he's not getting up any time soon.

"You fucking bitch!" The last guy snarls, but before I can react or even get hit a large fist is flying towards his face and connects dead center with a sickening crack.

The man's eyes cross and hands raise towards his face before he promptly collapses.

Holy fucking hell.

Asher just punched a guy.

Out of anger.

"Oh this is gold -no pun intended." I say, actually laughing.

Asher's arm falls from around my waist before he races back to the toilets, I know he's going straight to the sink.

Stepping over the men with a grin, a almost real one as I take in the absurdity of the situation, I return to my table.

"Cael, go make sure Asher is okay and not throwing up or something in the bathroom. Celeste go get a bag of ice, EJ go see if any of the guys growling on the floor over at the bar section are conscious enough to find rides home. I'm going to go explain my little situation while hiding these," I hold up my two bloody wrists. "And lets just say if you don't do what I'm oh so kindly asking you there's a good chance you'll get kicked out tonight."

This has them scrambling away while I slink off to find the manager, which is easy once I slip past the Employees Only sign and enter the back room.

Instantly I change my features from a cocky grin to shy with wide eyes. "Um, excuse me?" I ask, making everyone in the room pause and look to me. "There's something you should know..."

They all buy my innocent act and thank me and whoever my boyfriend is for sticking up for ourselves and making those people leave their bar.

Though because I'm actually seem as small as I am, added onto innocent ans shy, they asked to see my ID -since one had been serving my table beer pitchers and shots all night.

But me being me, I have a fake ID.

Real name and everything with my birthday just a few years earlier so I'm 22. With these curves, usually people believe me.

Asher doesn't drink, surprise surprise, and has had lemonade instead of whiskey.

I can't judge him for that, but sometimes wanting to have a little drunken fun can be dampered by a very sober night boy. I love him though, so slight boredom is worth that.

"I really punched him?" Asher asks as soon as we're all back to the table, because all that has happened I find myself unwilling to sit anywhere that isn't his lap, so that's where I am now, feet kicked onto my old chair with one of his arms circling and ending on my thighs.

"Yeah Gold," I say as I examine the slight bruises on his knuckles, unable to hide the humor in my voice. "You punched him good."

"Are my knuckles supposed to hurt? I shouldn't have punched him. All he did was call you t-that word." He, always the nice guy, admits.

"Well it seems to me that you did what you needed to," A drunk Celeste butts in, being a now much too bold angel girl. "From the sound of the story he was probably about to punch Elle, if not worse. Don't beat yourself up for it."

"Yeah, I agree." Engel nods, supporting Ashee with a thumbs up and a slightly drunk slurr.

Thank god Cael is the D.D. and has to take those two idiots home.

"And your knuckles will probably always hurt after you punch someone. Just look at Eliza's, they're busted up and bleeding. Yours are just bruised." I internally curse CJ for pointing this out as Asher tends beneath me and hand stops tracing things on the tops of my thighs. "You just gotta get used to it."

"What? I'm not going to get used to hurting people. And show me your knuckles Blue."

I huff out loud at this, leaning further into the golden boy's chest with my shaking hands hidden under my armpits.

"Liza."

"No." I refuse, growling slightly as his fingers appear on my wrists.

"Eliza."

It's a warning this time, but I simply don't care. Sadly the nice guy does and uses his strength to tug my hands into sight and to keep me from ripping away from him.

Then he gasps, running his thumb over my split knuckles making me wince and growl lowly. "Why didn't you say anything if they were this bad? Link was right, you do have horrible self preservation instincts."

"Oh please," I scoff. "Weasley knows nothing."

"Oh he knows enough. Come on, let's at least get the blood off you. I'll ask the server if they have a kit so I can help more."

Knowing they do, and this is a bar so the main thing is- -wait for it- -rubbing alcohol, I know this will hurt like a bitch. Which is one of the reasons I grab a shot and down it before letting Ashee drag me off.

Ugh. Why does the nice guy have to be so...nice?

And I shouldn't be complaining.

I'm the one dating him after all.