The watcher.

I was sitting a the bar drinking a Manhattan on ice when I noticed her sitting about 3 stools up. She looked like some of my ex girlfriends. A little Goth a little hippy, she was probably dragged here by some club chick girlfriend. She had a sneer and a glass of what I'm assuming was vodka, reminded me a little of Ally Sheedy in "The Breakfast Club". All in all she was pretty cute, but you could feel she'd shoot down every attempt at conversation. She had such a hostile vibe that people coming up for drinks slid away from her as far as they could. She was glaring across the bar at a blond chatting it up with some muscle bound freak. She was in full search mode, she kept running her hands up his arms, laughing and giggling. She was bouncing in time with the music and wearing a metallic blue/pink mini dress. I have to admit though muscle guy actually did a good job pretending to look up at her face once in a while. She was stacked and slender and looked like a stripper in baby doll wear, she had most of the bar staring her way. I snorted to myself and turned back to my drink and observation of Ally. She met my eyes returning from the neon chick and mouthed "What" I quirked my onesided grin and mouthed back "Jem". She laughed surprising herself as much as me that she had caught the 80's reference.
She picked up her glass and came over, "Funny" she took the stool next to me. We chatted for a while, the bellowing chat trying to be heard over the pulse of the dance floor. I noticed her drink was low, "what are you drinking?" "Water", she said. I must have looked surprised though I didn't think I had, so she explained. "Shar- got dosed by some asshole at this club with that date rape shit." She jerked her head towards her friend.
"No shit" brilliant response from me, "Why's she still come here?"
Ally shrugged and shot another glare at Shar "She's dumb."
"So you're baby sitting? Or lifeguarding?" Ally shrugged again,
"I'm just sort of looking around, seeing what everyone looks like, watching her back too, but mostly trying to guess which one of these fuckers is a rapist."
"Oh." That was a convo killer. I took a big swig off my drink, she said "You don't look like the type to hang out in a place like this." Kind of a statement kind of question, too scary considering the last topic. I figured I'd better defuse that line of thought quick.
" I work for the owner." I nodded to the mirror windowed room hanging above the dance floor.
"oh yeah? Doing what?" By now I figured she really had pegged my as the asshole she was looking for. To bad really I was kind of enjoying the attention up until now.
"This and that, mostly I just watch people."
"For what?"
"Well before I was talking to you I was watching muscle head over there and the two guys across the bar staring at your friend." I motioned to two greasy looking club guys who seemed mesmerised by Shar and her bouncing metallic blue pink top.
"they and muscle keep giving each other hard looks and if it gets too tense, I'll call in someone to break it up."
"So you're a bouncer?" she eyed me up and down, I'm a bigger guy but I'm not in really good shape a little too soft around the edges, though weight wise I probably had most of the guys besides muscle beat.
I could tell she wasn't believing me, but for the moment she didn't seem about to start screaming out "Rapist".
I guess a little divine intervention was in order because greasy number one decided to make a move, trying to outcool muscle he strolled over and slid into place on the other side of her. He started talking to Shar just talking over whatever they had been saying totally ignoring musclehead. Shar like a typical club chic started chatting it up with him like it was no big thing, but she kept looking back and smiling at muscle, trying to keep things cool. She looked a little scared like she'd seen a few fights start over her before. Ally saw it or sensed it too and said "Oh shit."
Greasy guy number two had moved up behind the muscle guy, and the whole thing was getting really tense. I got up and walked up to Shar tapping her on the shoulder. All three guys swivelled on me like prison guards, but I kept my hands down and shouted really loud so they could all hear. "You're names Shar right?" She nodded. I pointed up the bar to Ally. "Your friend is feeling really sick. She asked me to tell you she needs some help." She turned to Ally who had the whitest face I'd ever seen. "Oh my god, she grabbed her purse off the bar and without a second glance at any of the guys she brushed past them and went to Ally. They got up and moved in the direction of the bathroom so I turned back to the guys.
"Yo, what the fuck?" from greasy numero uno. He looked to his friend maybe trying to decide if they were going to start some shit now. Muscle head finally seemed to catch on when he saw the other one right up behind him. He turned mostly toward the second guy and greasy started to step to him already swinging at the back of his head. I stepped forward tripping him then knocking him headfirst into the bar with shoulder. I think it stunned him a little, he hit the ground with a grunt but didn't yell or anything. I grabbed his wrist and locked up his arm, pulled him upright and hissed in his ear. "Don't make a scene, or I'm going to crack your fuckin' arm."
He was standing there on his toes, eyes rolling a bit wild at his friend. Greasy number two was looking back and forth between the huge arms of muscle guy and his squirming friend. Two bouncers showed up, I nodded at the second greasy and they grabbed him, he started to struggle but one of the guys got a finger lock on him and he yipped once before they marched to the back door. I followed with my guy and muscle head for some reason followed all of us until the next bouncer told him to fuck off before he got kicked out.
We got into the back room and as soon as I let go, he spun and tried to get in my face. I'm not very diplomatic, and not being a bouncer has it's advantages so I kneed him in the balls and shoved him to the side. His friend kept saying "yo what the fuck" and looked like he expected a pretty serious beatdown. I pointed to the back door and said "grab your friend here and get the fuck out." he didn't seem to understand and stood there twitching for a minute.
"I said get him, and get the fuck out, or I'm going to have you thrown out.." That started him moving but when he went to help his friend up he got shoved away, greasy number one was jerking at his belt like he was pulling something so I kicked him as hard as I could in the face. The two bouncers grabbed number two, as I reached down and pulled a small 22 derringer out of this guys belt. The bouncer called for the head bouncer to get the cops back here. This fucker was going to jail tonight, and we just held them there until the cops came. Funny though they found enough Rohypnol on the two guys to charge them with possession for distribution. I never figured them for rapists, I figured they were just punks out for a fight. They looked too sleazy to actually be the bad guys, but turns out they were.