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Sergio frowned as he looked over Hannah's attire. One arm was slung over the steering wheel, while the other was pressing his thumb nail to his lips. He sent a scowl her way, "Yeah. For you." He motioned towards her attire. "What the hell are you wearing?" He snapped. It was probably odd to hear him complain about her clothes, as he never noticed before. Almost out of character, for him. He was never one to judge a female over what she was wearing. In fact he didn't care enough to notice their attire. The problem here was the more skin a female showed the more attention they attracted. That was the opposite of what Sergio wanted. If he wanted them to remain on the down low, they had to do as much as they could to keep attention off them. The number of times he's had to knock someone out because they harassed Zoey for her clothes was too many to keep track of. The men here were douche bags. They were the type to say 'she was asking for it with her clothes.' To Sergio that was bullshit. It was just desperate men wanting to get some action. Something they could easily pay someone for, but instead choose to harass woman over her clothes. It wasn't like he was constantly acting like some hero for women. He mostly stood up for Zoey because she was his friend and it pissed him off beyond belief to see her uncomfortable.
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Hannah rolled her eyes slightly. So, he was serious. She didn’t really know why he was nervous for her, it was pretty clear she could handle herself in majority of the situations that happened to her. If he thought that whatever he was going to be showing her would scare her or something like that, he had a disappointment in store. Hannah didn’t really scare easily, usually when she did, she’d never admit it to anybody. It was better to play it like it was fine, until was fine. It had worked well enough for her so far by now. Hannah’s jaw dropped at his comment. The was no way in hell he was going to make some dumbass comment about what she was wearing. He’d never said anything about her clothes before, there was no point in starting now, especially since he should know by now that she never listened to him anyway, so why would she now? Hannah turned towards him fully, frowning at him. “Why the fuck does it matter what I’m wearing?” she snapped at him, slightly concerned at how pissed off she was coming across, but it didn’t really matter at this point in time.
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Sergio glared at her, he couldn't think of a decent way to explain the situation at hand. He threw his hand up in annoyance. "Forget it." His jaw clenched. He wanted to say something else, something much more vulgar, but it would have been the truth. However, he held his tongue.There was no simple way to put it, so he wouldn't even bother trying. It didn't help that she was clearly pissed off at his comment. He wasn't going to argue with her on this. In a way he was looking out for her. He knew exactly what kind of environment he was taking her into, she didn't have a clue about. It only seemed right to warn her about it. He put the car into reverse. He began the drive to the infamous Ring. He kept his eyes on the road, only glancing over to Hannah a few times. "Look Hannah, when we get there, keep your head down. Don't talk to anyone. Don't accept any drinks. Don't move from where I tell you to stay. Once it's over I'll come and get you. Got it?" His tone and expression serious. Not a wink of amusement in his eyes. For once, he wasn't messing around. He wasn't even sure why he wanted to show her a glimpse into his world. It probably wouldn't have even come up in the first place, if Hannah hadn't kept pestering him. As long as he took lots of precautions she would be alright. He at least hoped. "And dont you dare start shit with anyone." He said sternly.
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Hannah smugly smiled to herself. She knew he wasn’t going to try to say anything about it because whatever it was, it would either be offensive or a compliment, both of which Hannah doubted he’d want. Fiddling with her phone, she watched her drive away, breathing deeply to calm any nerves that threatened to rise up from nowhere and take control. She didn’t want to look like she was scared, she wasn’t, but the idea of not knowing exactly what she was getting into was slightly concerning, but if he thought it was okay, then she’d have to trust him. Hannah listened, hearing the lack of that special something in his voice, she frowned slightly. From what she could tell, there’d be a bunch of other people there, which was great, sort of, and that more likely, these people wouldn’t be awfully safe, or have good intentions. Hannah had met her fair share of people with bad intentions for her, but something about this felt different, it felt riskier, more dangerous. She didn’t really know how to feel about it, especially if Sergio was having to tell her to be careful and whatnot. This was bound to be rather interesting. Hannah huffed slightly at his last comment. She didn’t start shit with people, they started it with her. If he didn’t know that by now, that wasn’t her fault. Hannah didn’t go around causing drama and fights with people for no reason, if they had a problem, they could bring it to her in person so they can settle it or they can just shut up and leave it be. Either way, Hannah didn’t really care which choice they made, it was their choice ultimately. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” she told him, a spark of mischief in her eyes as she smirked at him.
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Sergio gave her a look that said 'seriously?' He shook his head, "Of course you don't." He rolled his eyes. Who did she think she was fooling with that statement. He sped through the streets that seemed to be deserted. Reaching his usual parking spot, that was hidden from view. He shut the car off. Leaning over into the passenger seat where Hannah was, he unlocked the glove box pulling out a hand gun. The heavy weight of the gun felt natural in his hand. To anyone who had never held a weapon of the sort would probably be surprised at just how heavy it was. Leaning back into his seat he lifted his shirt up slightly and then stuffed the gun into his waistband. Pulling his shirt back down over it to hide it from view. He didn't usually take his gun, but he felt like he needed to take some extra safety measures. He shifted in his seat to look at Hannah, "Stay close to me." With that he got out of the car. Pulling his hood over his head, he began walking towards the door he knew all too well.
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Hannah frowned at the gun, a small creep of anxiety in her stomach. She hadn’t expected this to be bad enough to have to bring a gun with him, especially if he was bringing her along with him. She looked down at her hands for a moment, staying quiet. Maybe this was actually serious, it didn’t seem like the time for jokes anymore, it was beginning to dawn on her that maybe he was right about needing to be careful. Hannah didn’t know what to expect, who she was going to meet, what was going to happen, which scared her. Hannah shook her head slightly, willing to nerves away. She wasn’t going to let him know how nervous she was about going inside. It didn’t look like the kind of place she’d hangout, or even want to go, purely on the fact that it was likely full of people that she knew she didn’t want to mess with. Hannah fiddled with the hem of her dress, understanding Sergio’s prior frustration. She was just started to reconsider her clothing choice. Tightening her grip on her jacket and phone, Hannah walked behind him, her head turning around, looking for anything bad coming.
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Sergio's eyes scanned their surroundings. In some ways he could be paranoid about this area. He'd been jumped around here before, barely making it out, as in the moment he was severely out numbered. He glanced over his shoulder to Hannah. Scowling once again at her attire. One reason he wasn't a fan being he didn't want her to attract bad attention and the other new found reason being, could she run in that if it came that. As the steps came into view and he began jogging down them, he was met with a familiar face. The burly man gave him a strange look as he looked over to Hannah, but didn't say anything. Only opening the door for them to step in. With quick steps he stood outside the next door. Strange muffled noises coming from behind it. He glanced at Hannah, looking hesitant to even open the door. He hoped this all went smoothly. He glanced down at her hand and reached out gripping her wrist he pulled her into him. Finally he swung the door open and the all too familiar smell attacked his nostrils. He didn't even make a face at the smell, as he was beyond used to it. Stepping in he pulled Hannah flush against his side, in a protective manner. He was never one to feel guilty for his actions, but if anything happened to her while she was here, he would surely feel something, as it was his idea in the first place to bring her to an unsafe place like this. Normally when he came here alone, it felt like a welcoming place. Where he could come to take out his frustrations on willing people. He could be laid back and put his guard down, as long as he wasn't in the Ring. But this night felt different. Sergio pushed his way through the crowd. People quickly recognized him and began referring him by his Ring name, Reaper. That didn't help in keeping Hannah's presence on the down low. People quickly noticed the girl he was holding closely to him. He gave curt nods to those who greeted him, but glared at the men who stared a little too long at Hannah. He was beginning to think this was bad idea. They got noticed almost immediately.
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Hannah felt her nerves lesson as they walked in, at first, it seemed as if nobody had noticed. Then they did. Staying quiet, she took a mental note of their little nickname for him, she’d have to remember to ask him about it later, find out if it was something worthy of her remembering, if only to piss him off. Hannah kept her eyes moving, not wanting to let them linger on anybody too long, just in case they would take it the wrong way and assume things. That would definitely be exactly what Sergio meant by her ‘starting things”. Ignoring his hold on her, she almost immediately wanted to go closer to him, slightly overwhelmed by all the people. She wasn’t going to let him know that though, but it was slightly comforting to have some sort of grounded base by her side to keep her from being overwhelmed by the noise, the people, everything. Feeling slightly uncomfortable with the glances and glares being sent her way, she felt herself pulling her jacket up to her chest, definitely regretting her choice in clothes. Sure, she looked good, but this wasn’t an entirely welcomed reaction to it, she knew that. Hannah froze slightly, hearing catcalls behind her, looking back she saw a few men watching for her reaction. Turning her head, she glanced down at the floor, nervously fiddling with her phone case.
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Sergio cursed under his breath as he heard a few men catcalling her from behind. He dropped her wrist and wrapped an arm around her waist instead. He pushed her slightly in front of him, he turned to glare back at the men that had the nerve to do that. A few seemed to back off while one man held his ground. A challenging look in his beady eyes. Sergio scoffed, it wasn't someone he recognized, but if he wanted to keep testing him, he'd willing volunteer to take him on in the Ring. He wouldn't be so brave then. That was the thing about the Ring. These people were criminals. A few didn't find the sight of Sergio so threatening. However, they quickly regretted underestimating him when matched up in the Ring with him. It was very different from regular people in a supermarket. These people were much more brave. He leaned down and whispered into Hannah's ear, "Just ignore those fucking pigs." He muttered, eyeing their surroundings. From an outside perspective, it looked like they were an item, but that didn't stop these people in the slightest. All they saw was a pretty face and they wanted a taste. Frankly, it pissed Sergio off that these low lives even existed. With the few glances he sneaked at Hannah, he could see she seemed uncomfortable being here. Reaching the bar, he quickly spotted Tony and Zoey rushing around making and taking orders. He walked them to a stool that was by itself on the corner. He dropped his hand from around her. His jaw ticked from him clenching it so much. He eyed Hannah for a moment. Oddly enough it bothered him seeing her this uncomfortable. Plus, knowing he brought her into this place to begin with. He leaned down, "You alright?" He questioned, genuine concern for her in his eyes. This was definitely a place many didn't ever visit. Some not even knowing it existented. One would probably be called crazy for even willing walking in here, as the place was filled with dangerous adults with criminal backgrounds. This was nothing like a teenage house party. One wrong move and you'd find yourself in a bad situation. These people weren't afraid to serve a lifetime sentence over a small mishap.
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Hannah felt a small surge of comfort go through her as he moved behind her, as if to shield her from the prying eyes of whoever it was back there. Realising, she frowned, confused why that had happened. She wasn’t one to need help from others, so why was she now comforted by it? Especially by him, it made it all so much worse considering the fact that it was from Sergio. Whatever it was, Hannah would need to figure it out, and how to stop it, before it got any worse, it that was even possible with this situation. Hannah walked with him over to what she assumed was a bar, hoping the awkwardness of them arriving had worn off by now and she’d be able to figure out what the hell this place was. It definitely looked shady, she could already tell this wasn’t the sort of place they wanted the cops to know about. But she couldn’t quite figure out the exact reason why, from what she could see from where she was, it looked like a bar with a few other rooms, something on the other side of the huge room but she couldn’t tell what. Hannah nodded, grateful for the slight break away from all the people. “Yeah, just not what I was expecting. That’s all” she told him, comfortably resting the jacket on her lap. Technically, she wasn’t lying, this hadn’t been what she had been expecting, at all, but it was still a rather shock that he had even brought her here in the first place. It had felt like before two days ago, they had been practically strangers who occasionally hangout and do illegal shit, but that was it. She knew she couldn’t really tell what was going on with him anymore. Hannah looked around once more, glad to see that majority of the people who had been staring at her had stopped and resumed their drinking or conversations or whatever it was they did here. She didn’t recognize anyone, not that she’d expected to, but it was odd being around so many people that she didn’t know. At least at her races, even if she didn’t know majority of the people watching, they all knew exactly who she was. But here? It was a relief and something new, unsure of how she really felt about it. “So what is this place?”
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