Taming a Dark Heart - Ch.1 - Knocked Down

"You know I hate this job right?", I said for the millionth time to my friend Jackie.
"Yup, but you know that we don’t have a choice right now…"
With the way I was complaining you’d think I was working as a prostitute or something. Actually no, I just never envisioned myself as bartender wearing tight-clothes and way too much make-up for my liking.
"I think we better get back now hun", I knew Jackie was right but I would have rather just stayed in the bathroom looking in the mirror.
My reflection showed a very unhappy pout. Just past shoulder length straightened dark hair with a couple of dark-blue streaks, Blue eyes to match framed by tons of eyeliner and red lipstick - yuck.

As we were walking back to the bar I felt someone grab my bum. I spun around and looked straight into the chest of someone wearing a ridiculous smirk on their face.
"What the hell do you think your doing?!", I was sick and tired of this happening and I was just not in the mood today.
"jus gettin a quick taste…what’s ya name sweets", He had this weird accent. Kinda like he had something in his mouth
"my name is Get-The-Hell-Away you pervert!", as I spun around and started heading toward the bar he pushed me down hard onto the floor. I landed on a chair handle, hearing the leather pants I was wearing tear. At this stage people on the dance floor started looking.
"Ya duna who ya talkin to sweets, ya can come with me now quietly and get some lovin, or I can drag ya out. Either way I’m getting some lo…argghhh", as he was finishing his sentence someone punched him hard in his jaw. The crunch was gruesome.
"Trey, you know you don’t talk to a lady like that man, get him outa here boys…"

As Trey was (escorted…) out of the club, my eyes roamed over the man in front of me. His whole attire was black. Black shoes, shirt, tie, suit then I looked up and into the greenest eyes I have ever seen. Beautiful but freakishly scary somehow… especially set against his olive skin and very dark gelled back hair.
"Kara, Kara…are you ok!", Jackie was more in a tiz than me as she helped me up.
"I’m ok, relax..", I didn’t really like people fussing over me especially when I wasn’t in the best mood. I would have rather just punched the guy- Trey, I guess was his name. Only as I tried to stand up did I realize that my leg had a small cut in it and was bleeding a bit.

Without saying anything, the man with the emerald-green eyes threw his hanky at me. As I picked it up he gave me a, very expressionless look and walked off followed by a couple of other very stocky looking men. I pressed the snow-white handkerchief to my leg and Jackie and I watched him walk off and into the crowd wondering just who he was…