Bobby sat in the darkest corner of the bar, chair leaned back on two legs, sipping his beer, thinking about the woman’s plan. A sudden sound of shattering glass snaps him back to reality.
The bartender leaps over the bar, club in hand and runs toward two men who are deep in the heat of battle. One guy throws the other guy on top of the pinball machine, it breaks and crashes to the floor.
“BREAK THIS SHIT UP!” The bartender screams.
The little guy has the big guy on the floor, pounding the fuck out of him with one of the legs from the pinball machine. The bartender grabs the little guy by the back of the shirt, pulls him off the big guy and bashes him in the knee with the club. The little guy falls to the floor, clutching his knee and screaming in agony. The bartender then grabs the big guy and proceeds to beat him upside the head with the club. By the time the bartender decides these two have had enough, the big guy lies motionless on the floor and the little guy continues to roll around, screaming about his busted knee. The bartender grabs the big guy by the hair with one hand and the little guy’s foot with the other and drags them both toward the front door. The bartender kicks the door open and drags them out to the parking lot. Releasing the two men, the bartender looks back and forth at each of them and then gives them both one more whack with the club. He kneels down and wipes the blood from the club on to the grass and then stands motionless for a moment. Removing his glasses, the bartender cleans them off with his t-shirt and then turns with a pissed off look and heads back in the bar.
Everyone who had gathered at the door to watch quickly scatters as the bartender walks in. The bartender, breathing heavy, looks around the bar, meeting every set of eyes with a look of rage. He stops fast and raises both fists in the air-
“I’M HERE . . . ANYBODY WANTS TO FUCK WITH SOMEONE, YOU’LL BE FUCKING WITH ME!! NO MORE SHIT LIKE THAT WILL EVER HAPPEN IN MY BAR AGAIN . . . ALL YOU FUCKS UNDERSTAND!!??”
The bar was silent. No one needed to say a thing, the bartender’s message was loud and clear. Bobby cleared his throat, not to say anything, just to clear it. The bartender, still shaking, turns to Bobby with wild eyes.
“And you, you fuck. Whatever you’re doing, stop it. I’m not fucking stupid, I know you’re up to something. That bitch you’ve been meeting here, I know her husband. That’s right, and if you’re fucking her, I’ll find out and we’ll both fuck you up. I’ll bury you underneath this bar.”
Bobby didn’t know what to say, he just stared in shock at the bartender.
“And another thing, I ain’t carrying no more fucking Rolling Rock. Fuck you and your pussy beer.”
Bobby’s lips parted but before the words came out, he remembered the club the bartender still held in his right hand.
The bartender turned and walked slowly behind the bar. The crowd dispersed and Bobby stood in the center of the dance floor alone . . . silent.