Accident Prone - Becoming Human

Bar Fight

After enduring a long and chaotic shift Hank and Connor set off for home and were more than ready to get away from commotion of the city and retreat to the sanctuary of the house. It was a Friday night, which of course meant the crazies of the city were acting a little crazier than usual, and that their drive wouldn't be as quiet as they'd like. The two detectives were fairly used to the sudden surge in unruly behavior, but that didn't mean they looked forward to Friday nights whether they were on the clock or not. However, the way their shifts perfectly matched up meant they could carpool to work and wouldn't be quite as bored during the morning and night drives, which made the odd day more bearable.

Passing through the quiet neighborhood with little to no sign of people in the area, Hank glanced out his side window to observe the neighborhood. Everything seemed to be calm, but Hank knew better than to take anything at face-value.

"Anything I should be worried about?" Hank asked as he pulled the Oldsmobile to a gentle stop under the red traffic light at the intersection. "Any drunks or parties getting out of control?"

Connor closed his soulful brown eyes briefly and received an update from the precinct. "Negative. There hasn't been any disturbances reported since our leave of the precinct."

There was a soft 'hum' from Hank as he pulled through the green light and made a turn onto the next block. "Call me crazy, but I have a bad feeling that something is going to happen before we make it home."

"Detective's intuition?" The deviant asked with a slight smirk to his face as he looked through the windshield toward the dark street ahead of him. "Or a paternal instinct?"

"Something like that."

"For what it's worth, I don't think you're crazy."

"At least not yet, right?"

"Right. There's a disturbingly high statistic that states one is more likely to endure a type of accident or encounter an incident the closer one is in proximity to their home."

"Well, hopefully we can just-" A fist fight bursting through the door of 'Jimmy's Bar' caught Hank's words in his throat. Two men, covered in fresh blood and brandishing broken brown glass beer bottles as weapons, tumbled into the gutter and attempted to cut into one another relentlessly. "Ah, fuck!"

"I've already called it in." Connor stated as Hank pulled the car to the side of the street and threw it into park. "I'll break it up."

"Be careful, those drunk assholes are already out for blood."

Approaching the scene of the fight tentatively Connor grabbed on to the first man's wrist and pulled the broken bottle from his hand. Pulling him away from the downed second man Connor pinned the first drunk up against the wall to keep him restrained. His forearm was pressed to the man's throat to keep the enraged drunken man from trying to resume the fight.

The second man, who had been knocked to the gutter, gracelessly scrambled to his feet and made a rush for Connor with his weapon still in hand only to have Connor easily grab onto his shirt collar and hold him out at arm's length with his free hand. With both men separated from one another Connor effectively broke up the fight without even blinking.

"You got 'em?" Hank asked coolly as he walked up to the two belligerent drunk men who were vainly thrashing about in Connor's grip. "They seem pretty annoying to deal with."

"It's okay. They won't be a problem."

"Good job." Taking the cuffs from the back of his belt Hank cuffed the second man being held out by Connor's arm by securing one cuff around the man's wrist and the other cuff around a nearby metal lamp post to keep him in place until back-up arrived. "One down."