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I slammed the bottle on the bar counter, just as hundreds of cheers broke out around me. I allowed myself a smirk before taking another long drink of beer. The sounds of clapping shook the room intensely, or maybe that was the alcohol talking. Couldn't be sure.

"This seat taken?"

I took another drink from my bottle and ignored the question, shifting my attention to the bartender who was heading my way with another bottle.

"I'll take that as a yes."

I heard someone slump into the chair next to me, just as the sound of focused conversation dissipated. I scratched the back of my neck and looked around the bar. There were a large group of drunks passed out in the corner, and a whole bunch of teens celebrating summer in the other. I recognized a few of them, but most looked like they were from other parts of town.

I shifted my gaze back to my bottle. I wrapped my hand around it, and was just about to lift it to my lips when a hand landed on my shoulder.

"Hey, buddy, would you mind if I --"

"Nope," I snapped, wiping off the hand.

"Uhh, thanks."

Someone jumped into a chair to the left of me.

I sighed deeply and tried to bundle up so other elbows wouldn't be bumping me, to no avail. I frowned and stood. I tossed some cash on the counter and smiled at the bartender when he scooped it up in his hands.

"Thank you," I said. I turned and headed for the door, slipping my car keys out of my pocket. I was beginning to twirl them around my finger when I noticed a familiar looking kid walking by. He looked like somebody from my school, I just couldn't put my finger on it. Suddenly, something soft collided with my shoulder. I jumped back and looked down to see a girl laying flat on her back.

"What the heck!? Watch where you're going!!" she screamed.

Before I could apologize, a beefy hand grabbed a hold of my shoulder and spun me around. There was an average sized teenager, probably a sophomore, and he looked pissed.

"Did you just knock over my girl, boy!?" he said angrily, his finger right in my face.

I smiled down at him and said, "Hey man, I didn't mean to. Now chill out."

I turned and put out my hand towards the girl, but she shrugged it off, standing on her own. I looked back at that kid, who looked more angry than ever.

"Don't tell me to chill out. Stay away from my girl or someone's going to get hurt!"

"Yeah, you're right. But not who you think."

His face suddenly became a shade paler, but he swallowed it, and I could then see the anger flaring up in his face. He jumped back and brought back a fist, leaving his left side completely vulnerable. I put out my hand and caught the fist, then kicked him bluntly in his left rib. He let out a yelp and keeled over.

The entire bar went dead silent. All eyes were on the kid and I as he started to recover himself. He took a few steps back, roared then lunged forward, but I spun out of the way and grabbed him by the collar. I tossed him backwards, sending him crashing into the ground with a thump. Then a few of his friends decided to get in on the action.

"Guys," I said calmly, putting out my hands. "I don't want anybody getting hurt here."

"Yeah, big talk," one of them said confidently. "But there's five of us and only one of you."

It was true, but I didn't really care.

I turned and started to walk away.

"That's right. Go run."

I stopped. Turning, I said, "Guys, if I weren't in a good mood right now, you'd all be laying on the floor crying for your momma right now. Now cool it before I lose my cool."

"What a pussy . . . he won't even fight us!" one of them scoffed.

I sighed and cracked my knuckles. "Alrighty then. Go ahead. Show me what you got."

They all moved at once.

One was coming from the left, rounding a table, probably planning to jump off of it and try to kick me in the face.

Amateur.

Another was coming straight at me, his hands out. I could easily take him out with a swift, direct kick to the chest.

Piece of cake.

One guy had his hands up by his face and was edging closer and closer to me. Better idea, but still flawed considering his legs weren't far enough apart.

Got it.

And one of them was kind of hesitant, like he didn't really know what he was going to do. He was probably hoping that the other four would be able to take me out.

Dead meat.

The last one was already starting to throw a kick, but he was a foot short, and his foot would only barely make contact.

Here we go.

I turned to my left and caught the first kid's leg, and threw him over me, sending him face first into a table, breaking it in two. I turned full circle and swiped a kid's leg away, tripping him and sending him flat on his back. I then lifted up my leg and kicked forward into a guy's face, and heard the familiar crunching sound of a nose breaking. He hit the floor like a sack of bricks. I then grabbed the second to last kid, held him over my head and threw him into the last one, and they both fell to the ground with a thud.

One of them wasn't about to give up. He jumped to his feet and ran straight towards me. Irritated, I took it a little bit too far. When the kid tried to throw a punch, I swerved under it, and then popped up with an uppercut, smashing his chin, and sending his entire body upwards, only to come crashing down onto the carpet.

I looked around and saw that nobody else was going to fight anymore. So I swallowed and headed out. The bar was still dead silent as I exited, but it was hard to tell when my head was screaming obscenities at me.

Why can't I ever stay out of trouble?

The End

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