Still Writing

Greetings thrill seekers! The murder mystery is moving along. Got some shady characters in it. Meet Lizzy.

At the last bar, Loudmouth, the leader of the team that had captured her was there, drinking way over the limit.
“Yes, fellas, we nailed that bitch sleuth!”
“Ah, you make it sound to easy!”
“Oh, it was! She didn’t know what hit her!”
Soon he made his way to the toilet, and Lizzy followed. Inside, she bolted the door and noticed the window for an exit. Loudmouth was standing at the urinal, so she pushed him.
“What the hell?!”
“Oh, sorry, asshole, but you’re in my way.”
“You made me piss on myself, dumbass!”
“Are you finished yet?”
“Yea, and when I turn around, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
She grabbed him and spun him around before he had time to put himself back into his pants. She grabbed his cock and squeezed hard.
“How’s that feel, dumbass?”
He yelled! “Owe! Shit that hurts!” He tried to grab her and take a swing at her.
She easily evaded his attack. “You’re too drunk for a fun fair fight. But remember this. You screw around with a sleuth, you get punished.”
She released him, then kneed him hard and grabbed his head and slammed it face first onto the counter. He collapsed in a heap, unconscious, bleeding from his nose and face.
She walked over and climbed out the window. She was whistling as she walked back to the apartment. Hurting bad people always made her feel so good.