Dialogue Essay: Dying On A Girl

She couldn't care less about mess that she created with the water as some imbecile was attempting to try something with Silje when it was clearly ridden on her face that she wasn't interested. It was pathetic that men would submit themselves to this twisted enjoyment in making a woman feel inferior. A repulsive behavior that Odetta found absolutely sickening. Like a mother hen, she showed up to defend her friend and looked at the male with disgust. "Think you are some sort of hotshot?" She tilted her head up to face him, standing in front of Silje. "Preying on a girl who is clearly sober enough to know that you are drunken idiot." The blonde wasn't afraid of him, not one bit but anger boiled within his eyes. "Stop walking around like you fucking own the place. When a lady says no, she means it- don't take it as a challenge." A slew of curse words in Norwegian escaped her lips as she watched the man proceeding to yell at her.
God, you were pretty little thing until you opened that mouth of yours." He exclaimed as Odetta let out a laugh. "The best friend, lay a hand on her again and you won't live to finish the next sentence of yours." She verbally threatened as the male merely laughed. Odetta began to walk with her friends away, until the male put a hand on her shoulder and swung her back to him. She swatted his hand away, before he proceeded to come closer to her. "Did I bruise your ego? Good, because the way you treat people is absolutely revolting." The girl asserted, as he proceeded to grab her arm. Silje and Alynia were shocked and frozen to do something and a small crowd began to form around them. "You fucked me up in front of everyone, now it's [i]my turn.[/i]" A small amount of fear grew inside her, but she kept a strong expression as she didn't condone fighting at all and believed she could rationally deal with it. Hopefully Espen wasn't