Post by Casey Callahan on Jun 30, 2010 19:43:31 GMT -5
Me and the moon stayed up all night;
I brought the whiskey! He brought the light!
Me and the moon stayed up all night;
I brought the whiskey! He brought the light!
A' quarter to three, we're feeling fine when the sun comes up I'm gonna miss my friend moonshine.
“You had a lot of guts coming here with this kind of attitude Irishman!”
Said the big bald guy with a tattoo of a skull over his face. That guy alone was twice his size, be it length or height, not someone that you’d want to make angry.
“And you kissed my sister!”
Giving the guy a friendly smile, Casey opened his arms in a non threatening way and shrugged. “Come on fella, it was all in good fun.”
Okay, stop at that, turn around and walk out. That would be the smart and sensible thing to do…especially when two more guys walked up to back up their friend. Like the big guy seemed to need any help dealing with the Irish.
But oh that irresistible urge had him grinning and the next words just rolled out of his lips.
“Besides I didn’t hear her complaining. She kissed me back, there was even tongue involved.”
Come on, his friends didn’t call him nut-Casey for nothing.
Good thing he had reflexes and enough sense when that huge fist came rushing in towards his head. Missing him barely, the big man let out a scream of pain as his fist hit the wall.
Casey frowned, looking at the guy’s hand. “Now that looks painful fella,” and with a shrug he smirked, “I believe it’s me turn?”
Curling his hand in a fist he smacked the guy and sent him into the floor on his back. The saying, ‘the bigger they are, the harder they fall’ never seemed more true, but whoever came up to that saying forgot to mention ‘beware of the big guy’s friends’ as the other two guys jumped at him punching and kicking him…and that would hurt even more if he hadn’t had his feel of alcohol by now. But Michael Callahan hadn’t raised a wimp for a son, no even close, he had raised his son to stand up to anyone and never back down.
Using his feet, Casey dropped the one that was aiming a kick at his private parts. As far as he was concerned that was a big no-no. Ah alright, he kicked the other guy in the nuts, after all he was kicking him on the ground, right? Jumping back to his feet in time to smash the nose of the one that was already back on his feet, the Irishman stepped back and saw the girl that he had kissed him holding her big skull tattooed brother and helping him to be on his way as the others followed suit. Well, one of them was crawling, but he was moving.
Booze, a kiss and a brawl…and the night was still young.
The front of the place said it was the Underground.
It sounded a good place as any to see what the night held in store yet. His ribs were sore from the kicking he’d taken, but bah! Nothing that a few doses of whiskey wouldn’t solve. Never mind the blue and black marks in the morning.