stop right now, thank you very much [OPEN]

[Grace Longbottom]

It was absolutely exhausting, Grace Longbottom decided, being on the middle shift for the Leaky Cauldron. As much as she appreciated the work her mother gave her when singing gigs were low, she also wasn't overly fond of it at all. Despite what anyone said, being a waitress was hard work. Between bringing out food and cleaning butterbeer spillages, she also had to deal with quite rude customers at times, something Grace was definitely not comfortable with. In fact, speaking out in general was something Grace tended to shy away from at all times, instead preferring to keep to herself.

Checking her watch, Grace let out a sigh of relief that it was only <i>five more minutes</i> until she was due for a break. Grabbing the plates of food from Craig the Cook with a worn out smile, she quickly checked the number of the table before looking up to spy where she was delivering food to this time - and within an instant, a frown made it's way onto Grace's lips. Ever since the arrival of this group of rowdy blokes, she'd been dreading serving them. She had watched out of the corner of her eye as one by one, they made their way up to the bar to leer at Alex and order a round of firewhiskeys.

Taking a deep breath and mustering up all the confidence she could, Grace straightened her shoulders and headed over to table #7, plastering a smile on her face. "So that's the large chips, chicken burger and salad?" she asked as she set down the plates, pushing a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

"And can I get a piece of your fine arse to go as well?" one of the guys asked, leaning over and not at all subtly raking his eyes up and down her body. The table erupted in laughter and the next minute, Grace felt a hand on her backside.


All of her confidence was lost in an instant, Grace's entire body breaking out in a flush. "I... I... no, you..." She took a step backwards, trying to move away to grab Craig but the hand on her backside only held on harder. "Please stop. That's... that's really... you're not allowed to do that," Grace said quietly, instantly regretting how weak her voice sounded. She look around at the other customers, some of them watching and none of them doing a thinking, inwardly begging one of them to step in and help.

[Brigid Finnigan]

Quidditch, while being Brigid's pride, joy, and current true love, was absolutely exhausting.

Training had finished a few minutes ago, and after staying behind and chatting to one of her fellow chasers, and shooting friendly smiles at the reserve team, some of whom she was pleased to recognise as fellow ex-Gryffindors, she had Apparated to Diagon Alley, completely not in the mood to cook herself dinner or bg the boys to feed her. Spotting the classic option of the Leaky, Brigid had headed inside.

Now, Brigid was standing in the establishment, contemplating where to sit. She had just about decided on table #14 when she heard a particularly disgusting tone of voice. Now, after twenty-two years as a pretty girl, and a kickass professional Quidditch player to boot, Brigid had heard her fair share of perverts and misogynist creeps, not to mention all the sickening girls she heard at her brother's gigs. Anyway, over the yars, she had learned to discern them from a crowd, put them in their place and hold her own.

Gagging slightly in her mouth, she whirled around to figure out who, exactly, this arsewipe was talking to and what they were saying, and was momentarily taken aback at the sight before her: a familiar blonde girl, looking very upset, and some hand on her arse.

To say Brigid was not pleased was the understatement of the century. Charging forward, she dimly noted the girl's words, and was satisfied that the girl had actively asked the man to stop. Even without that, Brigid would have kept going, because after living with six siblings and all her friends at Hogwarts, she had learnt to read situations and rely on her instincts, and her instincts were screaming that this guy was a total fucking creep.

Standing beside the blonde, Brigid put her hands on her hips and glared ferociously at the whole table, though especially fixing the handsy fucker with her blazing eyes. "Excuse you," she began, in the bitchiest, most authoritative tone that she could muster - which was pretty fucking hardcore, because Brigid Finnigan did not do things halfway - before physically wrenching the man's hand off the blonde's body, "but I believe she told you to stop. I understand that you don't know how to control yourself around a pretty girl, seeing as none will ever give you the time of day, but that is no fucking excuse for this sort of behaviour." Dropping his hand and manoeuvring herself between the blonde and the man, she informed him, fury at his conduct and existence coursing through her veins, "You are pathetic and disgusting. Grow the fuck up and respect the people around you, or someone is going to break your nose and unless you back the hell up and apologise to this girl right now, that's going to be me."

Without missing a beat, she turned slightly and glanced at the girl. "Are you okay?" she asked, more gently. She seemed really familiar, so Brigid assumed they'd been at Hogwarts together, though she thought it was more recent than that. She seemed around Cara's age, but Brigid was fairly sure that Cara had never brought this girl around when they were younger - maybe she was Kieran's friend?

((ooc: is this okay, love? brigid's a bit forceful.))

[Grace Longbottom]

Just as Grace was on the verge of tears, staring steadily at the floor in an attempt not to start crying, she suddenly felt the presence of another body beside her. Thank goodness. As much as Grace wished she could stand up for herself a little more, she found it difficult. She always ended up crying or just giving up - her teacher's at Hogwarts always urged her to be more confident or assertive, but try as she may, Grace was never able to heed their advice.

Within seconds of the brunette woman who seemed to be around her age arrived, the hand on her body was gone and the group of blokes had quietened down. The one who had their hand on Grace's bottom, raised both of his, claiming to the woman who had stepped in, "Hey, lady. We're just having some fun. We didn't mean to make nobody upset."

At the sound of her being addressed, Grace looked up into the face of her savior and let out a small noise, trying her best to hold in her tears. "I-I'm fine. I think it's my break," she said quietly, starting to move away from the table. She paused, realising it was completely and utterly rude just to leave the woman who had rescued her with that table of blokes. "Would you like to come with me?"

((OOC: Absolutely fine, thank you!))

[Brigid Finnigan]

Brigid was getting more and more displeased by the moment by this group of utter twats - all big macho men until the Quidditch player yells at hem, and then suddenly they're refusing responsibility? Not that they lied, Brigid reflected. She didn't doubt that their intentions were for fun and not to upset the blonde, but that didn't change the fact that they had no right whatsoever to their "fun" and that they upset the girl; not only that, but they violated her.

She opened her mouth at his pathetic excuse, ready to verbally rip him to shreds and break his nose for good measure, but then the blonde woman made to move away. Focusing entirely on her, Brigid wanted to argue and ensure that she got the apology she deserved, but grudgingly decided against that, noting that even her good intentions wouldn't excuse her from forcing the girl to do something she didn't want to.

At her invitation, Brigid made a split-second decision and nodded profusely. As much as she knew these idiots needed to be taught to respect people - and how desperately she wanted to do it - she knew it wasn't as good of an idea as following the girl and maybe finding out if there was a manager or someone who could deal with them.

"Thanks," she said, starting to follow her. "Do you have a manager or anyone who could speak to them? They need to learn that they can't do that, or they'll keep doing it which is really not okay." She paused for a second, something occurring to her. "Do you get that a lot?" she asked, concerned. "Oh!" she followed up with, realising that the girl might not follow Quidditch or know who she was or anything and might like to. "I'm Brigid, Brigid Finnigan."