"Richard triggered a huge barfight by hitting that poor musician
right in the middle of the
face for nothing.
Boy, when I saw that, I wrapped my belt around my right hand, walked right into the melee, and 'THUMP!', one blow to the back of that bastard'
s skull, and everything was
square again.
Soon, we could all go home."
The place cleared out, someone went for ice and towels; others cleaned up the broken glass and righted the tables.
Then, my pants fell down.