Applejack gets into a Bar Fight
What was she doing here? What was Rarity and her even arguing about anyway? Lately they seemed to be butting heads more and more and Applejack just couldn't wrap her head around it. One minute they were having a fantastic evening, candles lit, sweet talking each other like it was back in their early years in college. Next minute plates were flying everywhere and they were screaming their heads off at each other. It was so exhausting being on this emotional roller coaster with that girl, yet AJ knew it would get back to normal by the time she got back home.
It was always the same: AJ would get fed up and storm out of the house. She'd find a pub somewhere and try to drink her woes away. Eventually Rare's would find her, they'd both have chilled out by then, and maybe they'd go home and "make it up to eachother." That was always the best anyway. Nothing like working out all that aggression on each other in the sack.
Things were a bit different tonight though. She should have known that this bar was going to be an issue with the sheer amount of bikes she didn't recognize parked outside. The local bikers know better than to try anything with her, mostly cause they were upstanding guys, but this crowd that came out of town was nothing like the usual gentlemen. These were angry drunks that were just itching to get into a brawl.
Applejack could feel her jaw clench as she felt eyes burrowing into her back. Gruff chuckles and whispers filled her ears as she took another swig of beer, irritating her to no end. She could practically feel them stripping her with their eyes, and they were building up the nerve to actually make a move on her. There were at least thirty of these bastards draped in chains and leather, and they filled the bar with the smell of body odor. Well, more so than what usually permeated this place anyway.
A chair loudly skidded across the floor as one of them stood up. The sounds of his boots stomping across the floor hinted to the mass of this guy . He lumbered over to the bar and sat down next to her. The burly biker towered over her physically and resembled a hulking bear with the face of a pug. A leaner man whom was still a head and a half taller than her was on her other side, giggling uncontrollably like he had just thought up a joke and was just waiting to tell it to someone.
"Hey lady...."
She watched the alcohol pour as she feigned that she didn't hear him.
"Lady... my friends and I think you're hot..."
"I'm sure y'all do," AJ quipped as she brought the fresh mug to her lips and drank the alcohol down. The bartender was getting nervous, his eyes flicking between the toned young lady and the two large men. By all outward appearances they seem to have her outclassed in the strength department, but Applejack knew better.
"Wanna have some fun with us?"
"What ah want is to drink some beer and be left alone." There was a tinge of annoyance in her voice now.
"Oh, so we are going to be a bitch now."
"Well I wasn't going to say y'all were, but since y'all admitted it..."
It took a moment for him to register the insult. To AJ's immense satisfaction he didn't take kindly to it. His burly hairy arm reached out to try and grab her by the collar, but her smaller and leaner arm sped up and gripped him by the wrist. His eyes bulged in pain as she twisted his arm behind his back and shoved his body into the counter with seemingly no effort at all. She hadn't even stopped taking a swig of her beer. Anyone who had magic in their body would be able to see the orange glow coming from her body, but to this biker she was just a lot stronger than she looked.
She put the mug down and looked over at the large man she pinned to the bar. His friends were getting up and pulling out chains and knives while they tried to figure out what was going on. She sighed and adjusted her hat while she applied more force to the man's arm, making his large legs squirm and try to find leverage to alleviate some of the pain he was in. His buddy was about to make a move when her green eyes darted over to him. He blanched and started shaking a little bit, making her smirk in satisfaction.
"Ya know... Ah'm kinda glad y'all decided to be dumbasses. Maybe I'll get a bit of a workout out of this."
"F....Fuck you Bitch..." He groaned out. His buddies started grumbling, working themselves up as they brandished their weapons. The bartender was already getting to a safe place to call the cops. With very little difficulty she pivoted around and crossed her legs to look at her opponents, her opposite arm now keeping the biker in place on the counter.
"Wh...What are you all waiting for! GET HER!"
The scrawnier one next to her pulled out a knife and tried to stab out with it first. Her free hand darted out before he could even get momentum in the stab going and closed his own hand in a vice grip. He squealed as he felt the bones in his fingers and hand crunch under the sheer force her hand was exerting. His shaky and twisted digits let the knife fall to the ground as his body caught up with the fact that his bones were splintered under thousands of pounds of pressure, overwhelming him with signals of pain. With a flick of her arm he was sent flying. His body careened into another biker that was running towards him, and his friend's body had hit him with such force that it made him flip backwards before his back slammed into the ground. The thug she threw kept going and crashed right through the window and the neon lights of the open sign and bounced off of one of their parked bikes onto the concrete.
From her peripheral vision she could see a chain swept through the air down toward her. Without effort she pivoted in her seat out of the way, letting the metal clang against the wood of the counter. Without missing a beat, Applejack switched arms with the one that was pinning the original harasser and snaked the freshly free arm around the chain as it bounced back, grinning devilishly under the brim of her hat as she tugged on the weapon with considerable strength. The force of that tug was enough to pull the wielder off balance and find himself flying face first into the counter, knocking him out cold and making his body fall limp onto the floor.
Another man tried a flying tackle at her seated position. His effort was met with a firm kick to his stomach. She could see the wind get knocked out of him as his cheeks puffed and saliva spat out of his puckered lips, going bug eyed with pain as his dilated pupils looked down at the boot planted squarely in his stomach in this second that seemed to last forever. With a shove the large man sailed back into his comrades, making a half dozen of them fall onto the floor.
Applejack leaned back and took another swig of beer as she looked around the others. She had not moved from her seat or even let go of the original guy. She had already dealt with a third of their ranks in one degree or another in less than a minute.
"Y'all done playing boys? Ah ain't even broke a sweat yet."
"F....Freak...bitch...." The man who had remained pinned to the counter growled out. He yelped as even more pressure was applied to his arm. He could tell in his fear induced mind that she could probably yank his arm right off of his torso without even trying.
"The cops have been called." The bartender called out as he gripped onto a shotgun. He knew Applejack and saw the whole thing, so she knew she didn't have a lot to worry about, but the talk of cops got some of them really antsy.
"I don't want to go to prison again man!"
"Goodness" came a feminine voice at the entrance "...what on earth is going on?"
Applejack froze. She knew that voice. She looked over and saw Rarity standing in the doorway of the establishment and looking at the destroyed window and the wounded bikers. Before AJ could speak one of the more scared thugs rushed over to Rarity and grabbed her roughly, putting a knife to her throat.
"I AM NOT GOING TO PRISON AGAIN MAN. ESPECIALLY NOT CAUSE OF SOME FREAK BITCH"
Rarity was shocked and a bit scared at first, but to Applejack's relief she regained her composure incredibly fast. Applejack saw Rarity's aura flair up as she looked down at the knife. A hologram gem formed in front of her neck and darted out and knocked the knife out of his hand, sending it flying into a table where it impaled itself. Before the scum could react she slammed her elbow into his rib and judo flipped him over her shoulder onto the back of a booth. Applejack gave a mock sympathetic wince as his back crashed into the hard wood, eliciting a groan out of the man as he flopped to the ground in pain.
"Honestly, how rude people are these days." Rarity grumbled indignantly before huffing away from the unconscious man. It was this that reminded Applejack just how amazing she thought her lady actually was.
Though the others wanted to make a move, between the Bartender with a shotgun leveled at them, the feats AJ had pulled off, and the groaning man behind Rarity, they could tell that they were not in any position to fight anymore. The lights and sirens of police cars were already flooding the windows as they started to pull into the bars parking lot.
"You seem to have had a bit of fun" Rarity quipped as she leaned against the counter next to Applejack.
"Perhaps a little" came the Cowgirl's coy reply. Any animosity they had a few hours earlier was flowing out of them in the giddy haze of adrenaline. They knew they couldn't leave quite yet on account of the cops storming the bar and telling everyone to freeze, but they both knew after all this was said and done, they were going to make it up to each other, just like they always did.