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"Come on, let's go you little punk! We both know you won't do shit."
I stood up, making my chair fall back, attracting more attention, "Listen here, you old creep, I could lay you out in two seconds flat, no more, no less! I can handle my own, pal!"
The guy, who had sparked up the flame of my anger swiped at his nose, "Alright then, let's go! Right here, right now!"
At this point, everyone in the bar had their eyes on us, watching with silent excitement. I cracked my knuckles, turning my head to stretch out my neck, "Remember that you brought this on yourself, bud!"
I swung a fist, clocking him in the side of the head and making him stumble back. I heard Butch behind me, warning me to cut it out. I didn't really hear him though. The guy gripped the front of my shirt, shoving me to a wall, banging my head against it in the process. I swung a leg, nailing his kiwis and shoving him to the ground. I hopped on him, fist after fist making contact with his jaw or nose.
After some shouts from the guy and the surrounding patrons, I felt Butch hook his arms around me, keeping my arms by my sides. I kicked my legs, trying to free myself. Moriarty came out, looking at the mess in his bar. Butch was holding me up in the air, and there was a guy with a bloody nose and mouth laying in front of us. Butch laughed nervously, and Moriarty sighed, "Ai, ai, ai, kids. You two get out. I'll get this 'ol fella back on his feet."
Butch, keeping me struggling in his arms, walked to the door. Someone opened it for us and he thanked them and stepped out, only putting me down when the door was shut. I shoved him aside, wanting to get back in and finish the fight. He gripped my upper arm tightly and I looked to him, frowning. He shook his head, "Come on, let's just go home!"
I noticed a look in his eyes and suddenly my anger was snuffed out. I walked by his side, hooking my arm through his, looking to him, "What's the matter with you?"
"You are! You keep on getting into stupid arguments with people! You remember what the Sheriff said! One more incident and we're getting our sweet asses kicked the the curb!"
My anger boiled again, "He isn't even the Sheriff! We can do whatever we fuckin' want, he can't do shit about it!"
Butch glared at me, "Why did you even get in a fight with that guy?"
I looked down nervously, "I.. Look, he was saying some stuff that brought up some old memories, and I... I just snapped. Look, I'm real sorry, okay? I'll try to keep myself under control..."
He sighed, taking his arm from mine and wrapping it around my shoulders, pulling me closer, "I understand you gettin' all riled up and mad, seriously. I think it's hot. Other people, not so much. What was it he said to you?"
"Nothing. Just some stuff about my old man."
Butch looked to the ground in front of us, "What was it, exactly?"
"Just... Blamed me for his death. You know, the usual stuff..."
Butch sighed, "I know... But, you know it wasn't your fault, right?"
"Yeah, but it would've been better if he just didn't die at all..."
He pulled me closer to him, kissing my temple sweetly, "I know... Do you think that he'd approve of us being together?"
I chuckled a little, looking to him, "Well, he's known you as long as he's known me since we grew up together. You're actually older than me so he's known you longer. You pestered him, but I think deep down he liked you. He'd be proud because it means I didn't pick someone who was gonna use me." He smiled a little, as though he took comfort in knowing it. I sighed, "You think we'll get kicked out of town because of me?"
He thought for a second, "Well, not just you. I'll be sure to get a punch in to make sure that what we get kicked out for was worth it, y'know?"
I kissed his cheek as we stepped into our home, "You're the best."
He smiled, "I know. But, because of you, I couldn't finish my beer. I only think it's fair if you... pay me back somehow..."
