~Leah~

After some time exploring Vegas, filled with laughter and the thrill of the strip, my friends and I stumbled upon a vibrant bar tucked away between two glitzy casinos. The neon lights pulsed in rhythm with the music, creating an inviting atmosphere. We pushed through the crowd, the buzz of chatter and clinking glasses welcoming us like an old friend.

Inside, the decor was eclectic—vintage posters, shimmering chandeliers, and cozy booths. We ordered a round of cocktails, each one more colorful than the last. As we settled into a corner, we shared stories, reminiscing about our adventures, from the outrageous slot machines to the jaw-dropping street performers

As the night wore on, the drinks began to take their toll. My friends, caught up in the excitement, started to get louder and more boisterous. One of them, in particular, began making crass jokes, aiming them at a woman sitting nearby. I could see her discomfort, and my heart sank.

Leah turned to my friends, her expression fierce. “You think that’s funny?” she shot back, her voice cutting through the noise. She stood her ground, clearly unafraid to confront them. “You don’t get to talk to me like that.”

Without hesitation, Leah launched herself at my friends, her fists flying. The bar erupted into chaos as she tackled one of them to the ground, throwing punches with fierce determination. Her anger was palpable, and it was clear she wasn’t backing down.

Leah continued to strike my friends with surprising agility, her anger driving her actions. I quickly moved in, trying to pull her away and diffuse the situation. "wait wait wait..stop!” I called out, but she turned on me, her expression fierce.

“Don’t even think about touching me!” she shot back, stepping closer with a warning glare. “You think I won’t take you on too?”