Jess sways to the bar, her pale eyes going to the door as the two Desperados enter. She chuckles, her eyes meeting Bit's before she orders another beer and heads to the back of the bar, wanting to avoid the ruckus that was imminent. She did enjoy a good fistfight though, but she wouldn't be the one to start it. She had before, outside of the gangs, and won numerous times. But today, she knew that any actions would cause the ultimate war of the colors. Pythons against Desperados, in a fight to control however much they could.
It was stupid sounding, at times. Fight over territory? Like... stallions... fighting over a herd. 'Ridiculous males', she chuckles to herself. Will they never learn?
Suddenly her reverie is broken by the shatter of glass, and she looks up from her already empty beer bottle to see Bit huddled against the bar, and two very angry-looking Desperados lifting their fists for a fight, glass shattered behind them. She grins and stands to watch as the Pythons bear down on the pair, fists flying and blood running.
After some intense brawling, and much shouting about guns and such, Jess is jerked out of her blood-lust by the loud report of the bartender's shotgun. She ducks instinctively, but her eyes immediately fly to Bit, and she sees her drop. She lets out a strangled shout, hardly even noticing the rest as she pushes past everyone to drop to her knees at her friend's side.
"Kim! No! No! Someone help her! No! Bit!" Her tone is panicked, eyes wide. "Someone call the ambulance! Help her! Bit!" She eventually calms, allowing herself to be pulled away by someone as Bit's injury is tended to, the ambulance on the way. She slumps in a chair, face pale, searching the bar for... something.
Suddenly, there is intense anger on her fine features. "Those good-for-nothing, lousy, stupid... Desperados! I'll show them..." She stands and stalks from the bar, ignoring any protests, if even hearing them, flings her long leg over her Iron and guns it to life in one swift motion. She backs it from the parking lot and revs it loudly before pulling out on the road, intent on finding out where the Desperados had fled to.
Jess' eyes glimmered murderously as she drove through town, oblivious to everything else but her anger and hatred for the ones who had dared to cause harm to her friend. All rational thought was gone. She didn't even care that it wasn't a shot from them that caused the wound; they had been the idiots who walked in the bar in the first place. It was their fault. It had to be.