Luna, a woman with a vendetta. [Affirmation Ring]

Luna walked into the local nightclub. It was her first real outing to the club in weeks, having spent that time cramming for her college midterm exams. The exams were now over, so she now had time to relax. She wanted to get out and enjoy herself being around other people again. She went straight to the bar, sat down, and ordered a drink. Shortly after she arrived, a muscular man with short, blonde hair named Johnny began eyeing her up from across the bar.

Johnny had a reputation among the women around campus. He was selfish, arrogant, and had no respect for women's boundaries. He had been arrested for sexual **** a few months ago, but the top shelf lawyers his rich family afforded him allowed him to escape jail time, and keep his position as linebacker on the school football team. This seemed to embolden him, and he began harassing women even more. Unbeknownst to Luna, he had decided to visit this particular club on this night.

Johnny walked up to her and leaned into her ear.

"Hey baby, you lookin' real fine. Haven't seen you around here before. Mind if I give you the tour?"

Luna, recognizing his voice, didn't move.

"Please go away, right now."

Johnny leaned on the bar, trying to look her in the eye.

"Come on girl, don't be like that. You know you want some of this, and I can give it to you." Johnny said, flexing his arm.

Luna looked at his face, Johnny seductively grinning at her, and she splashed her drink in his face.

"I said fuck off, asshole!" she spat.

Johnny stumbled backward, the drink blinding him, before he tripped over a stool and fell back on the floor. Johnny climbed to his feet, grabbed a napkin from a nearby table, and wiped his eyes and face of the drink. He glared at Luna for a moment, then walked away from the bar towards the dance floor. Luna turned back towards the bar, and noticed the bartender looking at her with a shocked expression. She handed the now empty glass to the bartender.

"Another one, please. Sorry for the mess."

The bartender laughed.

"Sure. This one's on the house. I wish we could ban that dick, but he threatened to sue us. We can't afford a lawsuit from him."

Luna was about to respond, but she was distracted. She had noticed a ring left at the end of the bar counter. She stood from her chair, walked over, and picked up the ring. The bartender looked over at the ring.

"Is that ring yours, miss?"

"Is the ring mine?" Luna asked. She was just trying to confirm what the bartender asked, but she then felt some kind of ripple come out of the ring.

"Well, I would assume so, since you were wearing it when you walked in." the bartender responded.

"Wait, I wasn't-" but she stopped. She looked at the ring. It was kind of pretty looking, she thought. But there was something about this ring, something she couldn't quite explain. What had just happened didn't quite make sense. She felt compelled to experiment. She picked up a napkin off the counter, a clean white one, and held it up to the bartender.

"This napkin is red, correct?"

Suddenly, after another ripple, Luna found herself holding a red napkin.

"Well, yeah. We've always carried red napkins." The bartender responded, with a tone of voice as if Luna had just asked if the Pope was Catholic.

"Huh. Interesting." She said. Her brain started swarming with ideas, and she tried to decide what to say next.