Stephanie and I talked and danced as Wil rocked through his last set. Like it often is when we are alone she was openly flirty with me as I am with her. There has always seemed to be an underlying mutual attraction between us and with both of us drinking it was even more apparent.
For example, at one point during our conversation Steph said, “Hey, thanks for fixing the starter in my car the other day. That was really nice of you.”
To which I replied, “Of course, you know I’d do anything to you – er… I mean… for you.”
She slapped my arm playfully and pretended to be shocked at what I had said, but I knew that she liked it.
Eventually Stephanie’s friend came over and said that it was time for them to go to the other bar. I was surprised when she hugged me good-bye and almost shocked when she kissed my cheek.
I couldn’t help but stare at Steph’s sweet little ass as she walked away. ‘My god, I’d like to stick my face in that.’ I thought.
Two minutes later I heard a commotion to my left. I turned just in time to see John’s head snap back twice as this guy in front of him punched him in the face.
John was only about thirty feet away from me, but with so many people in the bar it took me several seconds before I got to him.
John has always been somewhat of a pretty-boy. He’s really good-looking and all of the girls like him, but he can’t fight worth a shit. The problem is he’s constantly pissing off ex-boyfriends, husbands, etc, and I assumed that this was probably the case here as well.
I moved quickly to John’s rescue and so did Mike. I got to him first. By now John was turtled on the floor as this guy wailed away at the back of his head. I grabbed him by his shirt and flung him backwards into a table. Two girls scattered to get out of the way as their drinks and chairs crashed to the floor. Then the shit hit the fan.
The guy who hit John had some friends with him. Someone hit me in the side of my head. Ducking the second blow, I turned and threw a left hook to the mid-section of the guy that hit me. Mike was in on the fun by now too, and so were the bouncers. It was mass confusion.
I think at first Mike and I were fighting about eight guys, but by the time the bouncers had gained control and tossed us outside, Mike and I were facing-off against only four.
“You take the big one!” Mike said to me and at the same time one of the other guys said “Kick his ass, Rick!”
Since Mike is 6′ 6″ 265lbs, I’m sure they thought that ganging up on Mike was the only way three average sized guys would stand a chance. But unfortunately for them, not only is he a mountain of a man, but he’s also exceptionally strong and athletic.
Rick wasted little time. He came at me with a wild knock-out punch, that missed by a mile. I had to duck as he swung wildly with his right hand once again. He was already re-loading another big punch, but this time I was ready for it. As soon as his fist sailed past my face I stepped in and gave a solid jab to his nose. Of course this pissed him off and his next punch was even more out of control than the previous ones.