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could get away with it. Sadly, he was mistaken,
and as her fist flew up in record speed, he had barely any time to
react.
    Unfortunately for Dee, another, taller guy who stood leering
next to the first guy had obviously spotted her face, and was
probably expecting her reaction. Moving at the same lightning
speed, he grabbed her arm, just stopping her fist from making
contact with short guy’s face. He held her arm tightly, his fingers
pressing down on her skin. His intention was clearly to protect his
friend from Dee’s wrath, not to cause injury, but the pressure on
her arm was unnecessary, she felt, and Dee was a fighter. This only
made her more determined to hurt somebody. Her left arm, which was
still free, flew up in reaction, making contact with tall guy’s
nose. She felt the soft cartilage shift under her knuckles and
simultaneously felt a sharp pain radiate up her hand.
    As he
released her right arm from his clutches to grab onto his nose,
which was now covered in blood, his short friend made a move toward
Dee. In a flash, she moved toward him and kneed him in the groin,
causing him to stagger back in pain. While both men reacted to
their injuries, she moved swiftly off the dance floor and changed
her original destination of the bar to the staff room. She punched
in the code with her right, uninjured hand and let the door slam
behind her. Once she was safe behind the door, she slumped to the
floor holding onto her hand and winced in pain.
    After a few short moments taking deep breaths, she braved
looking at her hand. Cradling it in her right hand, she saw broken
skin and red seeping through, plus what looked like the start of
some serious bruising. Though she threw an amazing punch with her
right hand, she had never before hit with her left, it was never
necessary - she had never missed with her right. After sitting
for another moment breathing through her teeth, she stood up and
braved the walk into the dressing area. She looked around the
corner and saw that it was empty. The dressing table was full of
lipsticks and hairbrushes, and the ashtray that was hanging on the
arm of the sofa was full of ash and stubbed out blunts, but no one
seemed to be there. As she moved fully into the dressing room, she
saw the tower of lockers to her right behind the toilet door. She
walked slowly to the lockers, heading for the one that matched her
in height completely, around 5”5. She always remembered her own
locker by this fact, not by the number. She could never remember
the number. Sliding her good hand down her top into her bra, she
felt for the small key at the bottom of her cleavage. Once she
fished it out, she put it into the locker straight in front of her
and retrieved her black handbag.
    Dee wasted no time in finding her pre-rolled blunts in the
zipped pocket and lighting one up. There was a time when there was
a fire alarm in this room, and the slightest bit of smoke would set
it off. However, their manager, Evan, got sick and tired of
evacuating the club or running and shouting ‘ False alarm !’ while desperately
trying to fan away the smoke with a towel. It was most likely
illegal to not have one in the staff area, but honestly, he just
didn’t care, and neither did the girls. As long as they could get
baked after their show or at least have a cigarette to calm their
nerves before the show, they were good.
    Once Dee
had her bag over her shoulder and a blunt in her mouth, she didn’t
waste any time in getting out of the staff room. The last thing she
wanted was for someone to come running in and question her about
her hand. She moved swiftly back into the club, and hoped she could
blend back into the atmosphere. With the weed going to her head,
and the many shots finally catching up with her, she suddenly felt
a little unsteady on her feet, so when she was close to the bar,
she used the bar stools for support . As she slid under the gap to
the staff area, she was suddenly taken by the arm by Paul, who had
seen