Sticks And Stones

Chapter two: Swinging into action

After the 22 year old guy threw a punch the younger man ducked and punched him in the stomach, the older guy threw up and went back to swing hitting the younger man on the left side of his face.
I slid over the bar counter and tried to get between the 2 men, as I got there the younger man kicked the slightly older man in the kneecap making it bend the wrong way. I heard a CRACK! when I heard this I pushed the younger man away and brought he older man to a seat to sit in. My coworker helped keep the younger guy away whilst I phoned the ambulance. We waited for 10 minutes in which involved pain and anger and someone with a broken knee trying to attack me and the brother of the younger guy screaming about how he was going to get his friends and find the older guy. We had to practically bribe the kid with crisps and lemonade until he finally kept his big mouth shut.
When the ambulance showed up the older guy was flailing as they put him in in what seemed to be an argumentative mindset ( No doubt caused by the drink. ) Later that night I got home and sat down on the sofa it was about 11:30. I went to the fridge and grabbed a Budweiser  undid the cap and took a swig it was about then my roommate John came out and sat down with me and grabbed a beer too. We flicked through the endless channels of crap on the TV until eventually we settled on some old Simpsons reruns, it was the episode where Homer tried to be like Thomas Edison and invented an electric hammer. John pulled out his laptop and started working on some project for his university degree, he was studying English literature. When he pulled up the word doc I saw his long, messy brown hair in the artificial light. He had grey eyes and was wearing shorts and a white shirt that, if you looked had a Primark label inside the collar. We seat there for roughly an hour until 12:35 when I went to bed.