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Julie Ambers sat in a booth some club, hiding from the rain. This was typically how she spent her Saturday evenings. She took a sip of her Coke n' Jack, looking around nervously like she did. A man walked up to her. He was in his early thirties and had obviously had a few drinks.
"Dance with me" he stated, and Julie nervously shook her head.
"N-No thank you," she stumbled over her own words.
"That wasn't a question, pretty little missy," he grabbed her arm, sitting down next to her. He was close, and Julie could smell his drunken breath. "I want, to dance," he stated, looking into her eyes and there was something in his. Being immortal, Julie had had this happen to her more than once, and she could identify it as lust.
"I said, [i]no[/i]," she now stated, forcefully pushing him off of her. He fell on to the floor, and she quickly got up on the other end of the booth.

"You bitch!" he yelled, anger now in his eyes as he stood up. "You're gonna pay!" 
"Stay away!" she shouted back, backing up. Fortunately, the bar tender who knew her, and was a dragon, had noticed. Unfourtnely, Julie didn't notice the man's arm come down and strike her. She fell, and the bartender came over and to handle the situation. He locked the man in the back and called the police. When he was taken care of, he turned to where she was sitting and handed her some ice.
"You okay miss? want another drink? On the house." 
She shook her head, handing him back his ice. She knew the bruise would arrive and then heal quickly.
"I...I think I'm just gonna leave," she spoke, and he could barely hear her before she left.

Julie walked out into the pouring rain on the street and after walking a bit, proceeded to break down in tears.
[i][color=ed1c24]"He's right. You are a bitch. You should've fought him,"[/color][/i] the demon said inside her head. She ignored her, like she'd learned to do.