Dirty Hands In A Clean Suit

What's your name sir?

29, June 2018, Springfield Kansas,
Springfield County Jail

Great. Just, great. I wasn't even supposed to be apart of the fight and I still got thrown behind bar! WHY you may ask!? Because my dumbass of a "good friend" decided to hop in even knowing it wasn't his fight to be in and one of the bears with beards dragged me from under the table to beat me flat as a pancake after the two that were supposed to be the only ones threw the first punches taking
Me down with them. And to make it better the nicer dressed guy is sitting right next to me with fewer bruises and cuts then me wearing a terrifying look on his face as if the first person that says a word to him or even looks at him He'll tear their head off.
I just closed my eye's to try to sleep taking my share of the bench to my advantage before I was rudely woken up by a loud throat clearing and rough nudge to my shoulder.
"Your in my spot dumbass"
I waved him off still trying to sleep as I still had 3 hours left behind these bars with the maniac next to me.
"Hey. I said, you are in my. Spot."
I groaned pissed off and stood up quickly looking him in the eye's and grabbed him by the shirt pulling him face to face with me pulling in every bit of breath before speaking.
"Listen here pal. I already showed you that I. Don't. CARE! I've been fucking stuck behind these bars for a whole day because that asshole overthere decided to start a fight that got me dragged into it and now the pigs have me in here with other asswipes like you smelly, hairy, greasy fat LOSERES!!!"
I threw him against the bars looking like a madman with my hair a mess my face red and breathing heavily trying to catch my breath. I then felt a hand fall over my shoulder and a deep tone voice say to me something along the lines of.
"I think that will do for now young man, he's learned his lesson." After I realized fattso had wiggled away he ran over to a corner where some others decided to go to moving away from me like a wolf in a sheep pen,
I sigh heavily fixing my hair back the way it should have been before the bar and after if not for a fight wishing I had my gel and a comb to correct it.
Sitting down I heard a chuckle come from the man who had just broke me out of my trance of anger, and lookong over I saw that voice belonged to the well dressed man from the bar who got into a fight and not some impression my friend was doing, he on the other hand was flirting with a female cop who had seem to already fall under his spell and was playing with her hair she had let down from her professional officer bun.
"What's your name sir?"
I looked over at the man next to me.
"What ya say to me?"
"What's your name sir?" He put his hand out to shake mine so I took it for a hand shake only to also feel a piece of paper or something fall into mine and a tighter grip to my hand. Looking him in the eyes I could tell he wanted me to stay quiet about it so I took a deep breath and said my name to him.
"Manson, my name is Manson Alan Salvador, born in Utah of 91. Moved here when I was only 5 cause my dad and his sister own a big oil rig company here in America and met that big idiot over there a year later in Kindergarten, his names Dean by the way."
He slowly nodded his head like as if he were impressed by me and cleared his throat to introduce himself to me.
"My names Benjamin Clay Malachi, born in Costa Nostra Italy of 88. Moved here when I was 17 quitting school because my Father worked as a big buisness man and needed my help running it, mother passed away when I was 7 from a Automobile accident and I don't have many friends like you do. Just Max and My oldest friend Tony Bert Hugue the old man with the wheezy laugh as you may already know, he's a chain smoker and loves it."
We spent the last. Few hours talking getting to know one another till we were let out for our time shaking hands and exchanging our last words before going our own separate ways.
"I'd like to meet you again mister Salvador under the conditions its not a fight." He grinned and chuckled making me too.
"And I'd like to meet you too mister Malanchi also not in a bar fight, farewell for now. We were on our seperate ways before I heard regularly said to my back.
"The note Salvador." Oh yeah...the shady note...shit.