came in for a drink.”
“ Looks like you came in for more
than one!” commented Jimmy, one of Tony’s shorter friends behind
him.
Fuelled by his friend’s comment
Tony continued his harassment.
“ What’s the plan tonight then?
Going to get all liquored up and gonna cause some trouble here?
Maybe a couple of dead bodies show up tomorrow too eh? I
read that
bodies tend to follow you. I read about your girlfriend and your
wife. Maybe you had a little hand in that eh?”
Andy was clearly annoyed but, even in his
stupor he knew when he was outgunned and decided not to
retaliate.
“ What do you
want?”
Andy’s words poured from a mouth surrounded
by lazy muscles. Stepping forward like bravado on legs Tony laid
down his law.
“ We want you to
leave !”
This demand bothered Andy as he had just
bought another drink before the group showed up and had no
intention of leaving it unfinished.
“ I’m not leaving till I
finish my bourbon, now piss off!”
Andy swiveled round in his chair, turning
his back on Tony. With a chuckle, Tony looked at the
floor.
“ Maybe you didn’t
understand .”
Grabbing Andy’s shoulders
he yanked him
hard to the floor, sending a column of ice cubes teen feet across
the room. Pain shot through the back of Andy’s head as he hit the
ground. Luckily for Andy he was too drunk to really feel it. Taking
him by the collar despite the bartender’s protests Tony easily
dragged the smaller Andy across the floor towards the door as
patrons hurriedly scattered from their path. With a boot Tony
kicked open the door and tossed Andy outside on the
sidewalk.
“ Ok, your motel is across the street
old man. Pack up your shit and head on out.”
Andy used a nearby car as a rest and
pulled himself to his feet; at this point not caring who knew who
he was. He wasn’t mad he was bothered during a nice quiet evening.
He wasn’t even annoyed about the fact he was pulled off his stool.
Like any true alcoholic he was outraged he was forced to stop
drinking and even worse than that, Tony knocked it out of his hand,
wasting perfectly good liquor. It was this outrage that caused Andy
to make his first real mistake of the night. Tony was busy joking
about the feebleness of Andy to his pals when he was caught off
guard. Andy lunged in and landed a square right to his chin,
reminiscent of the one he used to crack the wood on his bedroom
door. Off balance, Tony stumbled over. This would have been a good
start to the fight for Andy but unfortunately for him, his drunken
state caused him to lose his balance too. Falling into to the arms
of his unsuspecting friends Tony was incensed. The air was still
and warm when the fight began, few cars drove past this road this
night. Tony’s first strike in retaliation was an uppercut to the
jaw of the stumbling Andy, causing him to bite down hard on his own
tongue; sending him reeling into a parked car. The alarm on the car
wailed out and caused a couple of patrons to come out to see what
was going on. The rest of them were used to Tony’s scrapping and
did their best to ignore it. One of Tony’s other friends, Brian,
ushered the curious patrons back inside where he kept them for the
remainder. Unable to see what was happening the people inside could
only listen to the blows which rung out, mixed in with grunts from
the two men. Andy’s tongue was numb but he kept on going. The
adrenaline/alcohol blend coursing through his body prevented him
from feeling pain. He may have been exceedingly passive when it
came to women but Andy did know how to fight. Andy grew up in a
small town like this and he was involved in his fair share of
scraps. He was angry now and wanted to end this one quickly.
Leaning on the car he deliberately wobbled, trying to feign he was
feebler than he was, while his hand reached into his pocket and
took his motel key. Placing the sharp silver colored door key
between his knuckles he made a fist with it, using his fingers to
pull the metal tight
“ Looks like you came in for more
than one!” commented Jimmy, one of Tony’s shorter friends behind
him.
Fuelled by his friend’s comment
Tony continued his harassment.
“ What’s the plan tonight then?
Going to get all liquored up and gonna cause some trouble here?
Maybe a couple of dead bodies show up tomorrow too eh? I
read that
bodies tend to follow you. I read about your girlfriend and your
wife. Maybe you had a little hand in that eh?”
Andy was clearly annoyed but, even in his
stupor he knew when he was outgunned and decided not to
retaliate.
“ What do you
want?”
Andy’s words poured from a mouth surrounded
by lazy muscles. Stepping forward like bravado on legs Tony laid
down his law.
“ We want you to
leave !”
This demand bothered Andy as he had just
bought another drink before the group showed up and had no
intention of leaving it unfinished.
“ I’m not leaving till I
finish my bourbon, now piss off!”
Andy swiveled round in his chair, turning
his back on Tony. With a chuckle, Tony looked at the
floor.
“ Maybe you didn’t
understand .”
Grabbing Andy’s shoulders
he yanked him
hard to the floor, sending a column of ice cubes teen feet across
the room. Pain shot through the back of Andy’s head as he hit the
ground. Luckily for Andy he was too drunk to really feel it. Taking
him by the collar despite the bartender’s protests Tony easily
dragged the smaller Andy across the floor towards the door as
patrons hurriedly scattered from their path. With a boot Tony
kicked open the door and tossed Andy outside on the
sidewalk.
“ Ok, your motel is across the street
old man. Pack up your shit and head on out.”
Andy used a nearby car as a rest and
pulled himself to his feet; at this point not caring who knew who
he was. He wasn’t mad he was bothered during a nice quiet evening.
He wasn’t even annoyed about the fact he was pulled off his stool.
Like any true alcoholic he was outraged he was forced to stop
drinking and even worse than that, Tony knocked it out of his hand,
wasting perfectly good liquor. It was this outrage that caused Andy
to make his first real mistake of the night. Tony was busy joking
about the feebleness of Andy to his pals when he was caught off
guard. Andy lunged in and landed a square right to his chin,
reminiscent of the one he used to crack the wood on his bedroom
door. Off balance, Tony stumbled over. This would have been a good
start to the fight for Andy but unfortunately for him, his drunken
state caused him to lose his balance too. Falling into to the arms
of his unsuspecting friends Tony was incensed. The air was still
and warm when the fight began, few cars drove past this road this
night. Tony’s first strike in retaliation was an uppercut to the
jaw of the stumbling Andy, causing him to bite down hard on his own
tongue; sending him reeling into a parked car. The alarm on the car
wailed out and caused a couple of patrons to come out to see what
was going on. The rest of them were used to Tony’s scrapping and
did their best to ignore it. One of Tony’s other friends, Brian,
ushered the curious patrons back inside where he kept them for the
remainder. Unable to see what was happening the people inside could
only listen to the blows which rung out, mixed in with grunts from
the two men. Andy’s tongue was numb but he kept on going. The
adrenaline/alcohol blend coursing through his body prevented him
from feeling pain. He may have been exceedingly passive when it
came to women but Andy did know how to fight. Andy grew up in a
small town like this and he was involved in his fair share of
scraps. He was angry now and wanted to end this one quickly.
Leaning on the car he deliberately wobbled, trying to feign he was
feebler than he was, while his hand reached into his pocket and
took his motel key. Placing the sharp silver colored door key
between his knuckles he made a fist with it, using his fingers to
pull the metal tight
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