I flicked my hand and Tall Guy wheezed out his breath and collapsed. Perfect shot, even through the guy's jeans. I called it the 'd**k flick,' since it wasn't really punching someone in the nuts so much as tapping them sharply with a flick of the wrist and tips of your fingernails. It stung like a b***h and could drop a guy from rage to whimper in the blink of an eye, just like it did now.
Alanna laughed, and so did the people at the party who had been watching. "Alright, buddy," I said, leaning over and pulling him up by the shirt collar, "Like I said, time to go. Our lovely hostesses want you out."
I started half-dragging the guy towards the front door as he wavered on his feet, but Friend 1 and Friend 2 were in my way. "What the f**k did you do to him?" One demanded.
"Get the f**k ou
