Cristina could fight, physically and verbally. Though she would never throw the first punch in a physical fight. She does this so it would be called ‘self defense’.
However in the bar, Cristina wanted to punch someone so hard in the face. That someone was a guy, 5,8.. brunette.. denim on denim?
“Ew.. denim on denim. I feel like i’m going to barf.” She thought while making a quite disgusted face
Cristina wanted to punch this man because he was very obviously trying to bring her girlfriend, Teddy, home. But Cristina couldn’t harm him since he hasn’t done anything to her.
“Hey Cris, what’s on your mind?” Meredith sat down beside her person, “Just a beer please.”
“Huh? Oh, nothing” Cristina replies
“Well it’s clearly something. Your knuckles are practically white from how tight you are clenching your fists!” Meredith turns her head to Cristina
“Do you see that guy talking to Teddy?” she asks
“Umm…” Mer takes a minute to try find who shes talking about, “Oh! Yes, what about him?”
“He is so flirting with Teddy.. ugh!” Yang downs 2 shots in a row.
“How do you know? Thank you Joe.” She thanks the bartender for the drink.
“What do you mean how do I know?! The looks, the smirks, the hands on the waist!” Cristina says but then she realises and takes another look, “Wait. HANDS ON THE WAIST?!”
“I have the medical kit..” Meredith sighs
“Soo.. Can I have your number?” The guy smiles down at Teddy who looks quite uncomfortable.
“Err.. haha.. I dont kn-“ She gets cut off by Cristina’s shouts
“HEY! You, the one with HORRIBLE STYLE!!!” Yang marches up to the two “Get your fucking filthy, grimy hands off MY girlfriend.”
“Cristina—“ Teddy’s in shock
“You two?… Together?” the man chuckles
“You have a problem?” Cristina steps forward, chin high, cold expression, making herself look confident and dominant.
“Nah. Chill! Its not suprising that a beautiful lady like her is taken” he smirks and attempts to press his body closer to Teddys.
“Oh! So after you KNOW shes taken you still try to hit on her?” Cristina scoffs “You are so desperate for love of your own! No wonder! With a style like that, people try their best to not get affected by this virus.”
Teddy tries not to laugh
“What did you fucking say?” The stranger lets go of Teddy, who lets out a sigh of relief, “Ha! You foreigners have such a lot to say, don’t you?!”
‘Foreigners’.. that makes Cristina’s blood boil.
Suddenly.. a loud crack of a bone echoes through the bar.
Cristina had broken his nose
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” the man screams in pain, his hands coming to cover his nose which was pouring out with blood. He tries to punch back when a firm, strong, slim, slender hand stops him,
“You hurt her, i’ll guarantee you will never be able to have sex or kids ever again.” Teddy glares, Cristina behind her smirking.
“HEY, HEY! CUT IT OUT!! YOU TWO” Joe points at Cristina and the stranger, “GET OUT THE BAR!!”
The brunette runs out, blood starting to drip to his shirt.
“Come on. Let’s get your hand fixed, you didn’t have to do that for me.” Teddy puts her arm around Cristina,
“I had to! You were clearly uncomfortable and you weren’t doing anything about it.”
Meredith runs up to the two “Cristina is your hand okay?! That was a loud crack.”
Yang’s right hand was red, bruised and cut slightly “Yeah yeah, i’m more than fine after knowing Teddy is aswell.”
“Yeah well, you can’t operate with that hand until it is healed.” Teddy reminds her then laughs when Cristina whines and complains and tries to come up with solutions or excuses for her to do surgery.
Teddy could’ve kicked the man’s dick but after seeing Cristina’s jealous glares across the bar, she wanted to see what she would do.