Kimmy goes out on the town

Kimmy went to a club, her match not til tomorrow afternoon. It was known that fighters frequented there in their free time, blowing money on booze and good times. Kimmy wanted to see what all the fuss was about, bringing Stacey along as she cut to the front of the line. The bouncer, a big green man in a suit with long antennae stopped her.

“No minors,” he grunted apishly.
“Oh, you don’t understand,” Stacey stepped in urgently. “She’s in the local tournament. She’s old enough to be in that, she’s old enough to drink, yes?”
“I guess…” the bouncer admitted. “Still, gotta wait in line, kiddy, like everybody else.”

Stacey sighed and took a large step back as Kimmy smiled brightly up at the alien goon.

“Stacey, go ahead in and find me a good seat.” Her servant nodded and zipped into the club.
“Hey, where you think you’re…” Kimmy suddenly hopped up, grabbing him by the antennae and pulling his head down by them. She kneed him in the chin, making a sick crack. She spun him through the air by them, bashing him into a wall by them. She threw him to the ground, kicked him in the ribs for good measure, then let herself in.

Kimmy was soon sitting in her comfy seat by the bar, enjoying a pop. “I’m bored…”
Stacey knew what that meant. It meant trouble.