One weekend I drove to Charleston, South Carolina with one of my girlfriend's to do a little bit of bar hopping at the bar's that we were able to get into at the time, we were only 18 and knew the right people
. Anyway, we were coming out of one of the bar's downtown and heading to our car to head back to a friend's house that we were staying at for the weekend.
We went around a corner that opened up to a small alley, that was the way to the parking garage where we parked. We were being pretty loud and wobbly i fell over twice and my friend broke one of her heals when i took her down with me the second time. We were prime target's for robbery, rape or even a good beat down if that's how you got your kick's.
As we were getting up I noticed that a man was walking pretty fast towards us. I reached into my purse and got out my mace can and my friend saw what I was doing and drunkingly turned to see what I was aiming my mace at. I saw something reflect off of his jacket, without thinking I lunged forward, if not gracefully, and started to spray mace in his face. He started to scream, and doubled over, I guess he's never been sprayed with mace before
.
Anyway my friend, again not so gracefully kicked him in his face and sent him flying backards, she was a hell of a good soccer player in high school. The shiny thing that he was pulling out of his pocket was in fact a gun, I didn't know what it was at the time, but it looked a hell of a lot like a .357, but I was pretty smashed so it might not have been. I was truely suprised that we were able to do so much damage in the state that we were in.
Well after a good beat down, we half ran to my car and drove away to my friend's house. I wasn't really scared while it was happening, but I was a little shaken afterword's.