Brawl

Carson frowns and tightens his grip on Misty. “Aw, come on now…I’s just havin’ some fffun. The night is young!”

Ty lays a hand on Carson’s shoulder. “Let her go, Carson. It’s time to leave.”

Carson shifts his gaze to Ty, a little irritated. “Shince when does the kid tell me whattdo do??”

Ty grits his teeth. “Since you started behaving like an idiot. Now come on.”

“I ain’t done.” Carson goes for his glass again, but Ty is quicker, reaching down to shove it out of the way.

Carson glares up at him. He stands, dumping Misty roughly off his lap and staggering just a little. “You just made a mistake, kid.”

Ty rolls his eyes. “Just come with us and we’ll all be one big happy family. Okay?”

Carson’s eyes narrow, his mind in a total fog – exactly what he’d set out to do, but now it’s a frustration. The high he’d been on turns to anger and his fist goes flying in Ty’s direction.

Ty sees it coming and ducks, pulling Carson’s chair in between them. Carson is thrown off balance by his own missed swing and staggers forward, just to trip over the chair. He goes down hard, knocking into several other chairs and receiving a nice gash to the side of his head. Groaning, he tries to pick himself back up.

“Hey kid, why don’t you leave him alone?”

Ty turns to see a burly man who’s evidently had a few drinks himself. “This is none of your business.”

“Oh, really?”

Before Ty can even react, he feels the stink of knuckles to his mouth and whips around, though managing to stay on his feet. Blinking and moving his jaw around, he looks at Misty. “You better get out of here before this gets out of hand.”

By now, Carson is on his hands and knees, and sees Ty’s legs as a prime target. Swinging an arm, he catches Ty’s ankles. Misjudging the angle though, he’s surprised when Ty falls backward on top of him, giving him an accidental elbow to the gut. Carson doubles over as Ty rolls off of him onto the floor. “Dang it, Carson,” Ty hisses. “You’re a real piece of work aren’t you?”

Ty gets to his feet and ducks another blow from the burly man.

Carson takes hold of a chair to pull himself up off the floor, his face paling a bit as he begins to feel sick. Groping for anything to help him up, he grabs onto Ty.

Having had enough, Ty looks down at him and sends an uppercut to Carson’s jaw. It lands with enough force to knock Carson back down and leave him dazed.

Reaching down to grab his collar, Ty yanks Carson halfway up and begins to drag him towards the door. “Come on, Misty. Let’s get out of here.”

Halfway to the door though, four men block their path. One of them gives Misty a once over, then turns to Ty. “You’re not going anywhere.”


Jason taps his leg impatiently as the train continues. “Does this thing ever end?!” As if on cue, the last car finally moves across the road and the bars are lifted to relieve the traffic.

Arriving at the bar, Jason scans the area. “Lets get this thing over with.”

Opening the door, he and Nate are met by a wall of smoke and the sounds of a brawl. With eyes adjusting to the dim light, Jason suddenly stops as he sees a staredown between four men, Ty, Misty and….a very drunk and slightly bleeding Carson. “Does she ever stop?!” Jason throws his arms in the air.

Barging his way through to his comrades, he glares at Misty and Ty. “Nice work, you two. So glad we have so much attention now.”

Jason receives a rough tap to the shoulder by another man, and having no tolerance, simply swings around to punch the guy under the chin, sending him to the floor unconscious. “We’re getting out of here now.”