Spring Breakdown

A Bar Fight

Luke's pov

Me and some friends were at a bar, having been off touring for a couple weeks and about to head back out in a few days. Brant and Justin were playing pool. I was doing shots at the bar and Thomas and Jason were arm wrestling. I was almost drunk but not there yet. "One more oughta do it." I murmur grabbing the shotglass and tipping it back. I slam it down and stand up for a cheer. "Next round's on me boys!" I stumble into the bar, thinking I've had enough. Thomas wins the arm wrestling so Jason buys another round for himself. "Ya still got it, man?" I ask, sitting down, preparing for a round. "Man Luke you're shitfaced. How much have you had to drink? What's up?" "Nothin' much.... I... Well Rosa had an issue with RSV. But.... She's doing better now... At least outta the hospital." He gives me a weird look that I can't quite make out the meaning. "Whoever wins pays the uber home!" I say, steadying myself on the table. He laughs. "You're on man!" We set up a round. We both were struggling. "If I win, you're buying rounds the next two nights we're in town!" "Damn man I'm already payin' most of tonight!" I complain. He laughs hard and slams my hand down. "Winner!" He shouts jumping up and parading like a hero. I roll my eyes at his silliness. "Dammit best two outta three!" I fall out of the chair and hit the ground hard. "I think it's time we call it a night." He helps me up and out the door. "God I am way drunker than I thought." My head is swimming. Jason was on the phone. I was nauseous and trying to stay standing. "You guys have rides or what?" He calls back to our friends. I don't hear their responses through my whiskey brain. "It's time to take my drunk ass home." I mumble, sitting in a little swing outside the bar as Jason calls the uber. I hand him my wallet and he just laughs. "You doin' okay Buddy?" He asks. I nod and tiredly lay my head back, rocking in the swing and staring up at the star studded sky. Suddenly we heard shouting across the parking lot. I confusedly try to make it out as it got closer and closer. "Is that your damned bronco?!" A dark haired man shouts, grabbing my shirt in his fists. "W-What?" I mumble caught off guard. "Hey man, lay off!" Jason shouts, pulling him off of me and standing in between us. "Look he's drunk off his ass and won't be able to answer coherently. We're both rational adults. What happened?" "This fuckin' red bronco scratched the shit outta my vintage S10!" He snaps angrily. I drive a bronco but I didn't drive tonight. "We don't have a bronco here. I drove my truck so ya got the wrong guy." "It didn't happen tonight! I've been trying to find this jackass since spring break!" Jason glances back at me. Uh oh. I do get pretty fucked up on my spring break shows. Chances are it did happen. "Let's go see the damage, man. No need to lose your head over a car." That pissed this unstable man off because he grabbed my best buddy and threw him back into the swing which made it tip and throw us both to the ground. "Ow my head!" I mumble, trying to sit up. "What the heck?!" "That car is worth more than this whole fuckin' bar!!! It's going to cost way more than money to fix it!" He growls, punching his hand into his fist. "Are you on steroids?!" I gape angrily, standing up. My legs were wobbly from drinking though. "Who throws a hissy fit over a car?!" He furiously grabs my shirt and throws me into Jason. "Yowch!" I gasp, trying to ignore the massive headache already brewing into a hangover. "My truck is worth 46,000 dollars! You lowlifes are going to pay!!" I'm getting ticked off. What a damned loser. "You're a stupid egotistical prick to get mad over a stupid vehicle. Don't have something that expensive at a place where folks get drunk!" Jase quickly stands in between us again, being the only levelheaded man in this fight. "Knock it off the both of ya. We'll pay what we need to to fix your truck. Just calm down!" "The hell we are! He can't treat anyone with respect but demand money from us! I think not!" I gasp, annoyed. Jason glares at me. I don't want to pay some pompous prick! It'll just inflate his ego even more! The man runs at me but Jason throws him back. "Knock it off,  dammit this isn't helping!" He snaps, giving me a warning glare. Ugh. The maniac starts yelling at me. I can tell it's starting to fuck with my bro. "Look buddy, you're dealing with a veteran here. I can and will kick your ass halfway to Sunday if ya come near my friend. Got it. Let's be reasonable gentlemen about this and save the theatrics for therapy on the weekend okay?" And with that, the annoying bug punches Jason in the face. He stumbles back caught off guard and I angrily tackle him. "Don't you ever do that again!!!" I growl, laying into him as best I can being drunk off my damned ass! Then I hear the click of a pistol. My stomach does flip flops, seeing he's got a gun pointed at me. "Look again jackass." Jason says, holding his own gun of choice with one hand against his busted lip. He does not look happy. "Bar fights and PTSD do not mix so let's find a better solution before either gun goes off and I spiral into a flashback. Because trust me, if that happens, you're going to wish you turned you pompous rich boy ass around. I know how to shoot better than you." "You don't know shit about me!" He growls back, pushing the gun into my cheek, making fear stab me in the stomach. "Wanna bet on that dipshit?" Jase responds, tonelessly, his hand twitching which worried me he's already in a flashback. The jerk throws me to the ground. "You're lucky your veteran friend was here to save you. Next time you won't be so lucky. He spins on his heel and starts to walk away. I scream in surprise when Jason shoots at him. "That was a warning shot pal! You touch Luke and that's the only warning you'll get!" He yells, glaring furiously at the coward. "Fuck off!" He yells back then gets in a car and slams outta here. "Well that happened?" I murmur, nauseous as all hell. "Let's get you home before you puke, Luke." I chuckle. "That rhymed." He rolls his eyes and helps me up. "Shut up, Luke."