Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

The leader swung his fist, and just like that, the VIP guy's nose snapped with a sickening crunch.

"Don't mess with people you shouldn't," the man warned, voice flat and dangerous.

“Y-yeah, I got it, I swear! Won't happen again!” The VIP guy was practically on his knees, begging for mercy-gone was all the swagger from a minute ago.

Chris let out a low whistle. "Well, looks like someone finally got what was coming to him."

He shot a glance at Sylvia and raised an eyebrow. "Feel better now?"

Sylvia gave a dry, sarcastic laugh. "Oh, sure. Maybe I should send the guy a trophy for 'heroic justice' or something."

Anyone could tell she was being sarcastic.

Chris blinked, surprised. "He just got his face smashed in and you're not even happy? The jerk was harassing you, wasn't he?"

Sylvia just shrugged, her tone cold. "Let me put it this way: say someone gets assaulted. You could step in and help then and there, but instead you wait until later to play avenger. Sure, some people like being anonymous heroes. Some apologize. But who actually pays the price? If it were me, I'd rather go down swinging than wait around for someone to save me."

Chris stared, glancing sideways at Rupert.

Rupert's face had gone even darker.

Sylvia gave a tight smile and turned away. "Anyway, I'm bored. I'm gonna hit the restroom."

walked off, Chris came

really doesn't remember anything. You need to stop

together, flicked open his lighter with a snap, and lit

his eyes. "Since when did you get

moment later, Rupert was still brooding, staring

could just sort out

off, his tone suddenly serious. "What are

Rupert didn't answer.

back from the restroom, interrupting whatever

you guys have business to talk about, I'll just

out his cigarette and headed for the car.

said goodbye to Chris

all the way to her apartment

up to the curb, Sylvia gave him a polite nod. "Thanks

was about to get out when suddenly Rupert grabbed her wrist and pulled her gently but firmly back

had no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes

cold, almost. But the way hế looked at her was so

made her nervous.

to's

let go," she said, voice

me Rupert," he