Dirty Hands In A Clean Suit

"Is there gonna be a fight or what!?"

28, June 2018, Springfield Kansas, Berts Bar

"You have to be kidding me Dean. This bar just HAD to be the one we go to for cheap beer and 'good' steaks? I'm surprised we're still friends after twenty-something years."
Dean laughed at Manson getting out of the car and walking up
to the doors instantly smelling booze and grease along with the sounds off laughter over loud music.
The two men walked in stopping at a small desk with a lady in silver clothing that only covered her breast and waist like a pair of daisy dukes along with silver boots. She gave the boys a smile
nodding before greeting them.
"Hello gentleman welcome to Berts Bar, my name is luane I'll be your waitress~"
Manson looked at Dean with a look that said rudly and annoyed
"so this is really why we came here ya nasty"
Dean smiled nodding and thanked the women who led them
to a booth handing them menus asking what they would like to drink. Both asked for a beer thanking the lady again who
nodded before leaving to bring two beers back.
A loud rusty roar of laughter came from a booth a few tables
away one being an older man and a couple being younger men, one which was nicely dressed in a suit unlike the others who
were in casual clothing. The older man was red faced from laughing so hard it caused the other casual looking man to
cough harshly from trying to not spit out his beer who then reached over grabbing the neatly dressed by the shoulder as if
to say "Come on man, laugh a little!".
But his expression said little except for annoyed and angry as
he put out his cigarette. Dean finally stopped watching to grab Manson's attention pointing out the waitress was back with the beers and now taking out both pen with notepad.
"Here you go boys, now are you ready to order or are you still
looking?"
Both shook their heads and were ready to order, Dean ordered
a T-bone steak with extreme spicy fries while Manson ordered
a "big boy" nicknamed burger that would be the cholesterol
heaven for a fat man that didn't care about his weight along
with fried pickles and another beer. The waitress smiled saying she would be back in about half an hour before walking away.
Dean made a purring noise watching as the waitress walked
away causing Manson to roll his eyes which was noticed by
Dean who laughed.
"Oh come on man, you know she's hot and as much as I do want
to get a piece of that, I mean damn! Come on, Grab one of these girls before richy rich over there grabs em' all"
Manson rolled his eyes again like he usually does at most thing Dean does. Another rusty laugh came from the old man
again but this time it was at the neatly dressed man who was wet from face to waist very rudly looking at a more heavy set man in beaten up boots, baggy jeans, a black V-neck shirt, and a thick sleeveless denim jacket holding empty pitcher wearing along with his stance a angry look.
"You little punkass, I'm going to knock your teeth out then
make you eat them! No one ruins my fun!"
He picked up the neatly dressed man by the collar about to
punch him when the other man stood up punching him, which caused the big guy to fall making what seemed like his friends
to stand up. The old man wasn't laughing any more but in complete shock as now both the males that were with him
stood there ready to fight what looked like at least seven or
eight guys at once. Dean who seemed to somehow not get the sign that whatever this guy did made more then one person mad at him and hopped in the fight.
"All right you sons-a-bitches come and get some I'm ready for ya!"
I face palmed my myself hard grabbing Dean by the back of his shirt and pulled him down before he got us both flattened by the Ork king looking guy off of Lord of the rings woke up to see Dean was also "with them".
I looked around to see all eyes were on us even the ones that were
staring down the two, I slide back a bit more down the seat of the booth I was in to try hiding myself from the fat pack of bears with beards ready to fight. But just when I got Dean to calm down a voice from the back yelled loudly.
"Is there gonna be a fight or what!?"
Great, this is not good at all...

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So I have been working on this for a while and just have been really tired of not inspired to do much at all on here but I don't know I may work on this when I don't know what to write for "The abused emo fag" which I'm also working on still but I promise that will be worked on soon, school is back up and has been for a while but still,
I will work on things soon. Anyway thank you for reading and comment what ya thought of this. Later gaters! ^3^