Tea Break?

[Wesker]

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Location: Planet New London, New London
Date: 6 April, 824 A.S

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Nicole took the Officer's words into account, at least for the day, she had to break her problem either way. She wasn't -addicted- but she was using it as a means of getting around her PTSD which seemed to be growing faster than the Gallic advance since she got back from Leeds. The visit to the gym was refreshing, helping her to sober up and feel better at the same time. She might not have been too close with the people aside from her trainer, but the company of other people sure helped her think about something other than her past. By the end of her workout she didn't want to leave, she had no idea what the night had for her, or where she would go out. Venturing through the jungle of New London late at night likely resulted in a theft encounter like the one Nicole had dealt with the night before. Still Nicole didn't want to stay home and dawn on her past, and she certainly couldn't take another bottle of gin.

Nicole knew of a few clubs some of the other soldiers in the Armed Forces visited during their R&R. Nicole wasn't much of a dancer, she would go out drinking with some others, but dancing drunk was only the opposite of fun. Still, a lively club would probably beat a lonely library or cafe. After taking a shower, Nicole threw on some casual clothes, combed her hair back with only a little effort, and decided to head out to have some food.

Nicole went to a tiny local restaurant, nothing fancy at all, no one was at the door to conduct customers to their seats. She walked over and sat down outside on the balcony, looking out at the sunset towards the city. Further down the balcony and around the corner was a door to another room, a bar. Nicole looked over at the door and saw nothing, she decided to wait until she finished eating before venturing about the restaurant.

The food was delicious, leaving her not too full but not hungry at all, she hadn't had liquor all day, Nicole was feeling fine as she got up and walked over towards the door. As she entered the bar she saw a counter serving liquor on the left side of the room, on the other side of the Room stood several tables, all occupied. No gin. She muttered to herself as she walked over to the counter, looking for something to drink, she decided to have a bit of water then decide after. She eyed the bartender. Glass of water please. She spoke up as he approached her. She sat down on one of the stools close to the counter. She sat down and starred forward into the wall, pictures of deceased pilots encompassed the entire wall, judging by the dates most of them died during the conflict with the Kusari Empire in the taus.

You're sitting in my seat. A man said standing behind her, another man stood next to him, he seemed drunk, given his posture. His tone was too deep, struggling to spit out every syllable of every word he screamed at Nicole. Get outta my seat! He screamed with widened eyes, the entire bar turned and faced him, the bartender put the glass of water on the counter in front of Nicole. Nicole turned towards, him, the bartender turned away and went to go serve another drink as if nothing happened. Nicole took a sip of her glass and moved out of the seat towards the door, she was cut off by the man. Without saying a word, he swung at Nicole knocking her down on the floor and causing the glass of water to fall on the ground and shatter. She got up, now angry, cracked her neck and moved in towards the man. He swung at her, Nicole ducked under him and threw a jab at him, knocking him off balance. She moved in closer throwing more jabs, throwing an occasional uppercut with her right hand and eventually finishing him off with a cross to the face. Everyone in the bar got up, the man's friend pulled a gun out. Get the fuck outta here lady. Two other men drew knives out and approached her from behind. The bartender turned towards Nicole, his hand extending under the counter, likely ready to draw out an arm himself.

Nicole started to walk towards the door, which was unfortunately also towards the man pointing a gun at her. She thought for a second, debating to shove her conscience out of the question and attack him. But as she went to pass him he went to press the barrel against her temple, she reacted, swung her arm up like a windmill grasping the gun and shoving it in another direction as she swung at him. After hitting him twice he started to let go of the gun, Nicole ripped it out of his hands and pointed it at him. Her instincts kicked in, ever muscle her body warmed up the adrenaline overwhelming her, her muscle memory begging her to pull the trigger and kill the man. Just before she could pull the trigger, she heard the two other men approach her.

She stepped back unloaded the gun so she wouldn't kill either of them, and threw the gun off to the side. She grabbed a cloth on the counter and wrapped it around her arm, ready to deal with the knives. One of the men moved in to gut her, she tucked her stomach in grabbed the arm with his knife, as she disarmed him the other man moved up closed and swang the knife against her arm. She flinched at the pain as she finished disarming the other man, grabbing arm and twisting it behind him as she hooked her arm around the front of his neck pulling him back away from his friend. The weight of his body tugged against his neck that was under Nicole's grip, again her instinct was to kill the man, but she dropped him right then and there. Before the other man went to gut Nicole with his knife someone else stepped in to Nicole's defense.

Another man, only a little taller than the others, grabbed one of her attackers by the throat and shoved his head into the wall. He dropped unconscious as the other attacker struggled to breathe on the ground. Come on, before we get shot. Her mysterious savior spoke up, he had a Libertonian accent, dirty blonde hair, and most noticeably to Nicole, -dark blue eyes-.

Nicole started losing more blood, not enough to make her nauseous or dizzy, but her rescuer insisted on treating her. As the pair cleared the building and walked down the block her rescuer stopped her. That's going to get bad if you don't patch it up. He said. I'll be fine, thank you. Oh come on at least let me try to look friendly. Can I have a name at the very least. Nicole was slightly intrigued, it was obvious he was helped her for more than just satisfying his conscience, assuming he had one. Nicole, what's yours? She replied curiously. Casey. I'd say more but your arm is going to go blue, I know this sounds weird but do you have a place nearby? I can patch you up there, but I've got nothing on me out here. The nearest hospital is minutes away and hours from actually treating that wound. She looked at him awkwardly. Uh... are you homeless or something? She replied with confused tone. No I just don't tend to stay in one place for too long. Look, you need to get somewhere and get that treated weather its me or someone else. Nicole thought for a second about what to say, she was worried he might actually be homeless or some other creep, but his general posture, appearance, and his ability to take down a man in a split second said otherwise. She figured he was interested in her, but he was handsome enough to keep her attention anyways. Come on, I owe you anyways I guess. She replied. I'll be out as soon as is patched up, sorry if the first question was a bit.. It's fine. Nicole cut him off as the pair walked back towards her apartment.

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