Sonya at a resort (Gen 2 version) part 2 of 3

Sonya's hand snapped out in a blur as she grabbed the guy by the neck and effortlessly lifted him up.  He grasped slightly as his alcohol ailed brain tried to figure out what to do.  Sonya's smirk turned evil, "Ok let's take this slow.  First, I suggest you take a more polite tone with woman.  Second insulting a woman who can put a tank in orbit?  Not the smartest thing in the world.  I would normally not be this nice and spell out why I'm doing this, but since your hammered and/or drugged out of your mind.  I'm making an exception."

               Fear started to partially clear the drunken haze and he grasp futilely at her arm.  "Please! I'm sorry!  Not the face!  Don't hit the face!"

               Sonya chuckled a little, her eyes gleaming with evil mirth,  "Oh I wasn't thinking the face."

               His eyes went wide, practically screeching. "Oh @#$#! Not little Dan!"

               ...To be concluded.