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Eighteen and Krillin arrived at their destination, arm-in-arm and dressed to the teeth for the evening. They’d been on plenty of dates before but never had either of them stepped foot into a club. With the intention of spicing up their marriage, Eighteen was determined to try something new.
Krillin was wearing the white-tailored dress shirt he knew his wife didn’t think was ugly, and Eighteen had forsaken her usual jeans and shirt for a sleek little black dress, that reached mid-thigh; an outfit way too cold for this time of year had she been human.
A bouncer stood guard at the door, scanning the people entering. When his gaze fell upon the striking blonde, he barred her way. "And who may you be?" he asked, his eyes lingering on her breasts for a little too long.
"I am married," Eighteen responded icily, her expression more blasé than usual.
"To who?” The guy demanded, angling his broad shoulders to face Krillin. “To this bald little nobody?" He said increduously.
Krillin's brows shot up and he opened his mouth to say something, but Eighteen was ahead of him. "Yes," she said firmly, shoving the bouncer in the ribs to the side as she stormed through the doorway, Krillin in tow.
Behind them, a strangled cry escaped the bouncer's lips.
“Shouldn’t we see how he’s doing?” Krillin asked, pulling on Eighteen’s hand to turn back.
“He’ll be fine,” Eighteen waved off. “Besides, no one can insult my husband without suffering the consequences.”
Krillin’s heart raced in his chest; was it because she’d shown a glimpse of her old ‘villainous’ side, or because she’d defended him and their marriage? He didn’t have much time to think it over, as he was pulled through a dense, buzzing crowd and into the direction of the bar.
Eighteen elbowed a few tipsy men to clear her path, intent on showing her husband a good time tonight.