Connor's pov:
Its october 7th, 1885. It's a cold, wet October night. It's about 9pm and we were sat in greenwood saloon
I was drinking with my buddy Eddie. I had a lot. I didn't really limit myself. We had money to spend, we're young, and irresponsible drunks.
"Don't you think you've had a bit much there son?" The bartender said, cleaning a glass with a cloth. "No, I want another beer" I said. I slurred my words quite alot. I knew I was way too drunk, but at this point I didn't care. "Connor, are you sure? You'll be regretting it in the morning." Eddie said.
"I'll be fine!" I snapped slightly. I never liked being an angry person, I wish I wasn't. I calmed myself down knowing I was going a bit over the top. "Look.." I said putting a few coins down. They clatter as they hit the wood. "I have the money. Just one more drink? I'll be done then." I said, persuasively.
Eddie's pov:
The bartender sighed, before reluctantly giving him another beer. "Fine. But if you hurl in my saloon, I'll have you clean it yourself." he said handing Connor the bottle. "Sure..fine." he said, pulling a cigarette out "Eddie do you have any more matches?" He asked. "Yeah, I should do." I said, before handing him one. "Thanks." Connor said, before lighting it, tapping the cigarette lightly along the rim of the ash tray.
the creaky wooden saloon door swung open, and in comes a couple of rowdy and already drunk men laughing and joking with each other. Connor pulled out a piece of hard tack just to at least try to sober up a bit. He gave me a couple pieces too as we tried to ignore the men.
The men sauntered over to where
Connor and I were sat. "Boys, if you wouldn't mind moving seat, this is where we usually sit." One of the men said. I squinted drunkenly. "Uh. Sorry?" I spoke with a sort of disbeleif. "He said you and your 'pretty boy friend' need to move seat. This seat is ours." the other man said. "Who're you calling pretty boy??" Connor put his drink down, standing up angrilly. "Connor, let's just move seat." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, fed up with this.
"No.. I want to see what he's gonna do about it!" The 2nd man said "cmon pretty boy, give me your best shot." he said, pushing Connor around, just to be a dick. He pushed him harder and harder. I knew this was going to end in a fight.. I decided I'd observe just in case.
He punched the 2nd man who was pushing him around pretty hard. He stepped back a bit, rubbing his jaw slightly.
Connor's pov:
I don't know what i was thinking. Looking back, it's blurry. he was pushing me around, and I didn't wanna sit and take it, so I swung at him. I got a pretty good hit in. He looked angry that I hit him, but what the hell did he expect? He rubbed his face and glared at me angrily. I didn't really know how I felt with the alcohol, but I knew I was angry. He grabbed me by the collar, but I pushed him away. I didn't like folk just touching me, especially if I didn't like them. Before I knew it, he swung at me pretty hard. busting my nose and lip. I stumbled into the other guy on accident, and he pushed me away from him. He didn't really get involved. Eddie just watched with a mild disappointment in case he had to jump in. I stumbled into a table, and as soon as i got back up, the 2nd guy got behind and had me in a headlock. I just kept elbowing him until he let go. I was dizzy and disoriented with the alcohol and fighting. The 2nd man got his knife out behind me. "Connor, look out he's got a knife!" Eddie warned. I turned around, Eddie was trying to go up to stop him, but when I turned to face him, all i could feel in that moment was the hot, searing pain that flashed across the left side of my face as he slashed into my face. He went pretty deep from my lip to my eyesocket. Blood dripped onto the floor. I stumbled back, and he was on top of me. Thankfully, Eddie was there to pull him off of me and disarm him.
