Masher
You are sitting at the bar across the street from the theater Adam's show is playing at. The show just ended for the night. He asked you to wait here for him to finish up and he would meet you there. You check your watch and decide that it's close enough to when he is supposed to be there to go ahead and order the drinks. You step up to the bar and order a Sex on the Beach for yourself and a Scotch neat for Adam. As you are waiting to be served, you feel a hand lightly grip your arm.
You turn with a smile, expecting to see Adam. Instead, you see a tall, dark, sweaty stranger who is obviously already quite drunk judging by his odor and the slight sway in his stance. You try to shake your arm free but he only grips it tighter. "Let go of my arm," you say firmly.
He smiles. "I just want a little dance."
"Too bad." Again you try to pull your arm free. His grip is becoming painful. "I said let me go," this time you are none too quiet about it.
His grin gets wider and he uses his hold on you to try to bring your body closer to his. You see a hand tap his shoulder. He turns slightly and you both get a good view of Adam Klaus, looking angrier than you can ever remember seeing. If that look were for you, you'd be shaking. The stranger seems considerably less impressed.
"That's my girlfriend you're bruising. Now let her go."
The stranger laughs. "Or what?"
Adam smiles. "Well, I was thinking *this*." Quicker than you can follow, he has thrown a punch square into the stranger's face. The man stumbles back a few steps and releases you. You sidestep him and rush into Adam's arms. He holds you tightly. "Are you all right? Did he hurt you?"
Just as you shake your head no, you see Adam's eyes grow wide and he quickly shoves you away. Before you can question, you see the stranger leap on Adam and the two of them roll to the floor, exchanging blows.
Later, in the emergency room.
Adam is reclining back against the pillows of the hospital bed. He holds an ice pack to his swollen jaw. There is a gauze patch on his forehead, stanching the bleeding of the cut there until the doctor comes back in to stitch it. There is a butterfly bandage holding closed a smaller cut near Adam's already blackened eye. You smile down sympathetically as you gently brush back his hair.
"How's your arm?" Adam mumbles as he tries to sit up better.
You glance down at your bruised limb and shrug. "Nothing broken. Just gonna be a little sore." You clear your throat. "Adam, I'm sorry."
"For what Love? You didn't invite that creep to do that to you. I shouldn't have had you wait there by yourself. I thought it was a nice enough place but I should have had Jonathan or some of the girls go with you. And anyway you saved the day. I was well on the way to getting trounced when you grabbed that bottle and broke it over his head."
"Well I'm just glad there were enough witnesses. That way he's the one nursing his wounds in jail tonight."
"I'm going to have to postpone the rest of the run at the theater. I can't go on stage looking like this."
"I really am sorry Adam."
"No Love," he captures your hand and kisses it. "Not your fault."
You smile. "You were very brave you know."
His grin is wide and wicked. "All manly was I?"
You nod. "The manliest." You lean over him, wanting to kiss him but not wanting to further hurt the many injuries on his face. He gently raises his hand behind you and weaves it into your hair. He brings your mouth closer to his. You touch your lips gently to his own, applying slightly more pressure as he encourages you.
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