Page 188 of A Lick and A Promise
It slammed against my front and splashed all over my dress, face and hair.
Gasps were heard all around and they didn’t just come from our table, some chairs were scraping, and Tex muttered, “And there it is,” but I stood frozen in shock.
Dimitri said something in Russian, and I didn’t know Russian, but I knew it was a foul word.
“Jesus Christ,” Titus said, pushing back his chair and getting up.
In fact, all the Angels were up.
Dimitri and Joey made a grab for Cheyenne, but she slipped away and sent another bowl of borscht flying at me.
Seeing as I was still frozen, it, too, hit me.
“Stop doing that!” Harlow yelled.
I came unfrozen when the next bowl sailed at me and I ducked, just not in time.
It hit me on my side and spattered over my back.
“Someone grab her!” Jessie yelled.
Cheyenne must have been slippery, because I got hit again.
But now I was getting mad.
I didn’t need this.
Knox didn’t need this.
Dimitri didn’t need this.
And she was ruining my dress!
I turned, grabbed my bowl of borscht, and threw it at Cheyenne.
Her crew gasped in shock at how true my aim was. It splashed right in her face.
She screeched a screech so screechy, I feared my eardrums had exploded.
Then she was on me.
We both slipped on borscht and fell to the floor.
Since I was grappling with Cheyenne, I wasn’t sure what was happening elsewhere, though it seemed there was a lot of activity. And it did penetrate my focus when I caught Joey tackling one of the other girls in Cheyenne’s group, and beyond them, I saw Tex had hold of two chicks, apparently with fistfuls of the backs of their dresses.
What I knew was, Cheyenne was really mad.
And she was a hair puller (I knew it!).
I also knew I was mad, so I didn’t hold back.
Eventually, we rolled down the steps to the main restaurant.
Dimitri finally got hold of me, wrapped both arms around my middle, yanked me up and backed us off.
Titus got hold of Cheyenne and did the same with her.
But she wasn’t done.
