Everything about her was ominous; a woman of average height with a solid athletic build, her age was hard to tell, in her mid 20s one would guess. She... was dressed in leather with a dozen weapons under her long coat. Her face was a mix of African and Asian, attractive but not quite beautiful, her hair was short and unkempt, her eyes pure black. From the way she stood and constantly scanned the room, one could tell she was a killer always on the alert. “Teach me to be a fighter?” Rachel asked. I could see her left eyebrow raise under her light-brown bangs as she said, "Isn't that the place where they have sex on the stage?"I smiled and nodded."Oh no," she said firmly. "You're never getting ME into a place like that!" Lisa!" I protested."No," she said firmly. "The dinner and the dancing sound nice. You should have quit while you were ahead." It's for YOU," I said, leaving my seat and going to her so that I could take her little hand into mine and look down into those soft, blue eyes. At first I thought it may have been Claire, but she wouldn’t have followed me in here. She was adventurous but not this risky. And then as if the person was going to someone’s home door a soft knock was placed on the stall.I really didn’t know what to do so I stupidly said “occupied” in an unsure manner. And then another knock came. “What the fuck” I thought to myself before just deciding to open the door. I swung it outward and a small blonde woman was revealed to me. “Who the h….”“Shh” the. She went back to court later, crying poor mouth to the judge and got her fine suspended. She still had to take those classes though.All in all, those months of tension got the better of me after awhile. I started getting mad at most of the people around me. I started feeling like all of them were ganging up on me, trying to make my life as miserable as theirs seemed to be. I didn't appreciate being made to feel that way, and so I started pushing back at all of them.I ended up firing my brother.