A really really bad night.
Tonight I went to my usual bar.
I'm in this place all the time and tonight was the first ever (and hopefully last) night like this.
Walk in, order drink, wait for pool table...
Get a table and start playing against 2 fellas I have never seen.
Mike P and Paul (that's all I know).
After whipping these guys in a few games we all got friendly and as the night went on the pool table got a challenge or two.
Eventually a different group won the table.
With a whole new group of people crowding my old table eventually someone let a comment slide.
Something rude, but not audible.
I am a blunt person and said "excuse me."
This led to nothing at the moment but 15 minutes later a youngster wearing a hat and camo jacket made direct contact with me in a hostile way.
I checked it out by asking him what he had said... He replied with a long-winded speech about never looking his way again and never doing this or that (full of profanity).
(mean-while, my brother is blending-in next to me with fists clenched ready to brawl)
Being the person I am, I collected myself and went to my bartending friend (clay aka flip).
Mr. Clay (as I call him) said not to sweat and if anything started again, just say something and they would be out.
I went back and smoothed it over with the camo fella... Blood boiling... but all was good.
(clay also walked over and made sure homey wasn't starting it up with me)
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1 fight avoided )
However, at this time my 2 new "friends" (mike and paul) came over, asked a few questions and then suggested we all got out of the place.
We all leave (my brother is always with me).
After finding a place to hang-out my bro, my "friends," and I all do our thing for a little while then leave that spot and go back to the bar.
When we got back to the bar it was the usual entrance followed by a short coversation with my brother.
This was when mike and paul come walking out of the bathroom... We all start talking and eventually paul and I get into a side conversation where I mention what a badass this dude is (fighter in matches organized by a big new orleans bar).
That's when he asked why I would tell him that to which I replied, "I am just letting you know what I'm thinking... I know your bad so you would never need to worry about someone like me wronging you... I would never wrong you."
He gets heated suddenly and says "what, you just crossed a line... You're gonna say some stuff like that...
Is this about the envelope in my pocket that has $400 in it?
I had $460 and now I only have $100... and you're the one that handed me that envelope a minute ago!
I had never touched this envelope or touched his money.
Freaking out inside but trying to remain calm, I do my best to calm him down and explain that I would never do anything like that...
Mike is next to him saying "check your pockets blah blah blah"
Paul is still going crazy and slowly working his way into a frenzy.
Paul walks away quickly and mike says not to worry.
We all (bro included) walk to the door and see where paul is... Blake (my brother) and I say, "mike we're leaving."
Mike says "cool, I'm gonna take him somewhere..."
Blake and I make for the door and after trying 2 different doors we find the perfect covert way out the back.
Dash to the car and we are on our way out (that corrolla can beat the gt-one I swear it!).
2 miles down the road, heart beat going crazy... We are safe and our 2 new "friends" are far behind (hopefully forgetting us).
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2 fights )
God it was scarey, thank god blake and I were not hurt.
I mean it, I was scared tonight and this "paul" was an ex-convict that had spoken of his guns and knives all throughout the night ( don't forget that he's a bar fighter too).
It was a bad night.
Like I said... Thank God.
Now blake and I are at home safe.
The end.
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